From the soft waist, to the smooth delicate back, every inch was unbelievably good to the touch.
Until reaching her camisole's hem, Chen Jun's frenzied rationality suddenly snapped back.
Releasing her lips, tightly holding her, he buried his head in her neck nook, breathing heavily.
Feeling uncomfortable from the tight embrace, Huang Ying struggled a bit in his arms, muttered something under her breath, and went back to sleep.
Chen Jun gritted his teeth, truly heartless.
He took several deep breaths of cool air, intending to push her away to get up, and take a cold shower in the bathroom. Yet the little girl held on tighter.
With no other choice, Chen Jun could only let the little girl treat him like a hug pillow.
That night, she slept sweetly while Chen Jun nearly suffocated himself.
Early the next morning.
When Huang Ying woke up, she felt warm as if she was hugging a big bear.
