Just in time to meet, Spencer's full face also emerged from the bedding.
Clearly, it was Spencer holding Yan Huan's forearm tightly, yet when Yan Huan's gaze returned, she seemed too shy to look at him directly or say anything.
So she could only turn her gaze away, lightly pressing her pink lips together.
Everything was understood without words.
Thus, her only moving lips instantly captivated Yan Huan's attention, making it hard for him to look away once he glanced at them.
Saliva, unconsciously produced.
As if savoring a delicious taste he had once tried but could never have enough of.
And now, that deliciousness was only one step away from him.
As he watched, Yan Huan's head uncontrollably leaned a little closer to Spencer.
And Spencer, almost instinctively, received some kind of special signal.
Her eyes fluttered, and her eyelashes trembled like butterfly wings.
In the next moment, she closed her eyes and slightly raised her head.
"..."
