C339 The Southern Young Marshal Lu Yuanjing Had Appeared!

The man's handsome features were delicately focused on the person sleeping in the bed. His long, fair fingers, enviable even to women, gently traced the sleeping person's face in the air.

From Yuvyuv's closed eyes, to the elegant nose, and down to the soft, cherry blossom-like lips.

The man sighed, "Little girl, out of all the toys I've ever taken a liking to