©Novel Buddy
PREVIEW
... Update)
Xie Shang closed the door, pressed Wen Changling against the wall, his scorching, damp palm clasping her slender, frail nape, pulling her in, biting through her lip.
She didn’t push him away, enduring with furrowed brows.
Blood boiled, humidity evaporated, the moist ambiguity filled with searing heat.
In the pauses of Xie Shang’s breaths, Wen Changling asked him in a low voice, “Are you in a bad mood?”
His entire being was restless.
“You’re ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE