"I like you!"
Jiang Xingye watched her with deep satisfaction. Sweat dampened her temples; although it was autumn, the night air had grown quite cool. She couldn't help but lean into him, tears slipping from the corners of her eyes. The seductive flush at the outer edges of her eyes was a captivating charm, an intoxication that lured one into a bottomless abyss, and for Jiang Xingye, she was the only abyss that mattered.
He buried himself within her, deeper and deeper—he would give her his very life if she asked!
Chapter 397