A shadow as dark as night enveloped them; Lu Xiaoyou lay on the bed, seeing only his obsidian-like eyes, made clear by the light.
But those eyes were as deep as a black hole, as if they could swallow her whole.
"So, do you like me?" the man asked her, his voice slightly hoarse, warm breath falling on her face.
Lu Xiaoyou's eyelashes fluttered with his breath, "Yes, I do," she said.
"What do you like about me?"
The woman smiled seductively, her fingertips electrically traced the man's waist, caressed his solid and taut waist without an ounce of extra flesh.
"I like your body."
Her fingers slithered into his pajamas like little snakes:
"I like it when you cook for me, like the way you treat me well, like that you love me~
Your affection is only that little, you've given all of it to me, do you want me to respond with the same amount of affection?
But I'm sorry, I admit, I like you, but far less than you love me.
But there's no helping it, because you're Long Xiliang.
