The dark shadow loomed down, Lu Xiaoyou collapsed onto the bed, only able to see his obsidian eyes, illuminated brightly by the light.
But those eyes were as deep as black holes, as if they wanted to swallow her whole.
"Do you like me?" the man asked her, his voice slightly hoarse, his warm breath falling on her face.
Lu Xiaoyou's eyelashes fluttered with his breath, "Yes, I like you," she said.
"What do you like about me?"
The woman smiled enchantingly, her fingers electric as they caressed the man's waist, brushing over his firm and tight, not a single ounce of extra flesh, narrow waist.
"I like you cooking for me, like how good you are to me, like you loving me~
Your feelings are just so little, you give all your feelings to me, do you want me to respond with the same amount of feeling?
But I'm very sorry, I admit, I like you far less than you love me.
But there's nothing I can do about it, because you're Long Xiliang.
