C24 Lip-print No Need to Explain

He stretched his brow without batting an eyelid, his deep gaze never leaving her.

Her long, charming curly hair hung on her left shoulder, flowing down her chest. The edge of the hairline on her forehead had a slightly curly, broken hair gently sticking to her skin, and her neck slightly bent. She didn't know that this kind of her was like an extremely lazy swan