C61 [breast]

The man moved his hand to the back of her head and used some force to bring her in his direction. When her slightly cold lips touched her eyes, her eyelashes trembled in the air. She weakly called out, "Mr. Russell..."

"Shh," the man said softly. One after another, he kissed her eyes, forehead, nose, and cheeks. There were so many of them that she could not count them.

His lips were always cold