He gently touched the beautiful woman's silky face with the back of his fingers. Ning Xiaoxian held his hand, but did not exert himself, but sighed comfortably, closed his eyes and enjoyed his touch, feeling strange in his heart: "I have closed my eyes, how can I still feel his gaze?"

On her face, she could feel the breath of Changtian, knowing that he was very close, very close to her. At such a close distance, she didn't have the courage to open her eyes and look directly at the pair of golden eyes. She could feel Changtian's big palm move into the thick long hair at the back of her head, easily fixing her head. Even if it were to be such an intimate exchange, the man's movements were full of indescribable meanings.

Could this be a perfect kiss?" she subconsciously tilted her neck slightly, her lips parting slightly. At this moment, her heart was beating like a drum, but her body was wholeheartedly looking forward to what would happen next. So, she knew she was ready.

Her reaction brought a smile to Changtian's face. This girl is looking forward to it as much as he does, and this realization makes him a little male self-satisfied. The last time she kissed, she had fallen into a deep sleep, and this time he wanted her to be happy and enjoy rather than run away like a little beast—he had already understood the cowardly, timid nature of the girl.