A kind of style

Huang Luoxiu's voice was very low and a little hoarse.

In Zi Lingxi's ears, it was particularly alluring.

Zi Lingxi's heart trembled, and she felt numb.

She felt like she was about to die because she could feel it just by hearing her brother's voice.

Zi Lingxi's body went limp, as if an electric current had run through her. Her bathrobe loosened a little, revealing her smooth shoulders. Under the light of the living room, they shimmered, making her even more charming.

Huang Luoxiu looked at Zi Lingxi. The more he looked at her, the more beautiful she became. She was as beautiful as Jade.

Why didn't she feel this way before?

Huang Luoxiu didn't understand. It was because he had feelings in his heart that he thought Zi Lingxi was beautiful when he looked at her.

Huang Luoxiu lowered his head and kissed Zi Lingxi's neck, then moved down.

However, when he touched her skin, he saw that her hair was still wet.