C78 Cold as Water in the Night(3)

Her small and delicate nose let out a steady breath, her cherry lips looked tender and soft. That long, shiny black head was rubbed very messy by her. One strand even ran onto her face, moving up and down with her breath.

Looking at Luo Yiyi's sleeping face, he couldn't help but think of Song Mengjiao. He used to watch her sleep like this every day, then kiss her on the forehead