Gu Qingchen just liked her unpretentiousness, her bright and cheery disposition, her radiant beauty like a blooming flower.
Bei Ran gazed at him, tiptoed, and kissed his chin.
She liked to kiss his chin, always feeling that the stubble that sprouted there was particularly sexy.
Short, light, whether with her hand or her lips and teeth, when she caressed it, it felt truly special.
That sensation, as if she could feel his male hormones rising steadily, was a source of pride as a woman.
Gu Qingchen let her delicate white fingers, like scallions, caress his chin.
The firmness of the man, the softness of the woman.
At this moment, it was completely and indulgently displayed, as he allowed her to childishly play with his chin.
Bei Ran suddenly looked at him and said, "Look, I'm dressed as a patient, and you're in your doctor's garb, are we doing some role-playing?"
