"Xiaoxiao…" He called out her name in a husky, deep voice, as if that were the only way to relieve the fire in him.
Yin Shaojie had never been a truly gentle person. He was unbridled and maybe even self-centered. It was only when he was with Mu Xiaoxiao that his gentleness was awakened. In his heart, the person before him was his treasure. He would be upset if she were to receive even a little harm.
He let go of her hands but the other hand didn't pull away.
Mu Xiaoxiao's body was becoming hot from the arousal, her petite body collapsed on his, her arms instinctively hooked around his neck.
She bit her lip. It seemed as though all of her senses were being controlled by him. She had no choice but to hold herself up by clinging onto him tightly and her hot breath pounded against his ear like waves.
Yin Shaojie turned and gave many kisses to the side of her face.