"Of course, there's only one Shen Jiaojiao in the world, and I only like this one Shen Jiaojiao."
His heart suddenly warmed excessively, as if his whole body was about to ignite. He thought, Ranran must have used some strange magic on him. Otherwise, why would he be addicted to this unfamiliar feeling?
He lowered his head, either kissing or biting, making her lips even more moist.
Truly exasperating.
Shen Wu had a good night's sleep, something he rarely experienced as deeply.
Waking up in the morning, the first feeling he had was the emptiness in his embrace. He climbed out of bed with reddened eyes, his long black hair falling and draping over the white undershirt, like ink spilled on white paper, bewildered like an innocent child.
His lean body, in this room that was only his own, suddenly took on a layer of fragility.
He instinctively called her name, "Ranran..."
Noticing no one responding to him, a sense of panic appeared in his clear eyes.
