Zi Yan cried for a long time but still refused to look Xiao Fan in the eye. She had her pride and did not want him to see her crying.
Xiao Fan suddenly turned Zi Yan around. Their eyes met. This time, Zi Yan did not shyly close her eyes, but stared intently into Xiao Fan's.
Xiao Fan saw the affection on the verge of spilling from her reddened eyes. Her fair little face was flushed, tiny beads of sweat seemed to have formed on the tip of her nose from nervousness, and her lips hung slightly open from crying for so long, revealing a row of pearly teeth and the tender, moist tip of her tongue within. Her purity mingled with a trace of allure, and her pitiable appearance made Xiao Fan unable to resist lowering his head to capture her lips once more.
Xiao Fan also covered little Qing Lin's eyes, though it was undoubtedly unnecessary for her.
With her many past experiences, Zi Yan was no longer constantly out of breath and needing to pause for air. Instead, she began to gain the upper hand, actively searching for the imported candy in Xiao Fan's mouth...
At Xiao Fan's request, Zi Yan's fair, tender, jade-like feet were wrapped in a thin layer of white socks.
Her delicate white ankle socks showed a hint of flesh beneath them, carrying a hazy, innocent beauty.
The soft, pink touch intertwined with their increasingly dazed breaths. Zi Yan, who had originally been strong enough to hold the upper hand, gradually went limp. Her stubborn yet forced composure truly made one's possessiveness surge.
Xiao Fan truly wanted to swallow the adorable Zi Yan whole, but his hard strength did not support it.
"Xiao Yan'er... Qing Lin is still here. You can't go too