C393 A Scarf Made with My Own Hands

Han Zhiyu looked into Lu Yiran's deep eyes. The lily fragrance lingered between their breaths, stirring their hearts and beating rapidly. . .

She put her arm around his neck and kissed his lips in the posture of leaning against his chest.

The fragrance of the flower lingered. Under the open air, the two kissed like a dream.

The flames on their bodies were ignited