Beiming Han reached out to tightly hold her, as she took the initiative to kiss him. Beiming Han was surprised for a second. The number of occasions where the little girl had taken the initiative to get close to him had been few since they'd gotten to know each other. His large hands brazenly slipped into her clothes, gently caressing her delicate skin.
He truly felt he could never love enough when he faced his girl.
If he didn't know her so well, Beiming Han would definitely think she was a witch, having cast a spell on him to make him infatuated with her.
...
Ye Yingsu had been feeling quite frustrated lately. Lan Liehuo, that bastard became addicted since he'd tasted that wonderful feeling. Every night before going to bed, he'd have Yingsu help him get off by hand.
Ye Yingsu, considering he was a mature man with needs, could only endure.
