C47 Faintly

Nian and Jiang looked at her, trembling a little in the water. The water droplets on their faces kept falling to her chest. She was as beautiful as a ripe fruit on a branch in autumn, filled with endless imagination.

Jiang He couldn't help but swallow a mouthful of saliva. His hands covered the hand in front of her chest, intertwined together with her ten fingers, tightly stuck to her body