C349 She Was Afraid That She Wouldn't be Able to Control Herself

The dark gray of the Japanese nightgown accentuated his firm jaw.

He quietly looked down at some book, turning a page from time to time with his white fingers. His lowered eyelashes were thick and slender, casting a shadow over his lower eyelid.

Xia Bing once again experienced the feeling of being moved.

Was this man really not a product of God's bias?

She walked over quietly