C110 Destroyed by a Phone Call

"I won't let go." Nie Cheng leaned closer, his chest pressed against his. Their breaths were sticky and tangled.

Mu Han was half a head shorter than him. Nie Cheng lowered his head and could see his smooth forehead. His heart skipped a beat, and he kissed Mu Han on the forehead.

Mu Han reflexively covered his forehead and heard Nie Cheng laugh