C87 Feeding

Lu Nancheng's hand gently brushed across the bandaged wound. His warm fingertip was trembling and his lowered eyes were pitch black. Soong Jin looked at his eyes that were as dark as the night sky and was completely unable to see the emotions behind them.

However, when his fingertips gently caressed her skin, it made her shudder. Old Auntie couldn't stand Young Pretty Boy's gentleness the most