C1892 Plum and Bamboo No Sand in Your Eyes

"Don't move!" Hang Jin grabbed her moving hand and held it tightly in his palm. The voice that came out of his mouth was indescribably low and hoarse, as if his throat was burnt by a fire.

Her hands were controlled, but Jocelyn Jones didn't stop. She raised her head from his embrace, pressed her lips together again, and kissed him again: "One kiss isn't enough, then we kissed a few. Brother Jin