After a night of fiery passion, Shen Yujie, like a cute little kitten, lazily nestled under the covers, sleeping soundly. Her skin was tender and fair, with a satisfied flush on her face. Her lips, as beautiful and rosy as rose petals, were slightly parted. With each breath, her nose would wrinkle slightly, and her long eyelashes cast a dense shadow on her face...
Long Lingli turned to his side, his arm caressing her smooth back, feeling her silky skin and her unique fresh scent, the wonderful fragrance of a young girl.
Both her sleeping posture and her unique scent made him unable to stop. Last night, he wanted her three times in a row, and he still felt it wasn't enough. No matter how much he had her, he never got tired of it. Instead, it was like a kind of poison, making him more and more addicted.
He really wanted to just watch her like this forever, letting time stand still at this moment.
