C396

Xiao Jing's heart felt like it was soaking in warm water. It was unbelievably soft. He looked at her slightly closed eyes, and her long eyelashes gently fluttered like frightened butterfly wings that were a little uneasy, but bravely stopped there.

His heart felt as if it had been lightly brushed by a feather. It was warm and sweet, with a yearning that seeped into his bones