The smell and feeling of this embrace were very similar. Qiao Anyan could vaguely feel who he was.

As she struggled desperately to get up, a hoarse voice came from above her head, "If you move again, you will be in danger."

"Young Master Long?" Qiao Anyan's face instantly turned red as a cooked prawn. She was extremely embarrassed. She even began to doubt whether she had entered the "Heaven" box or not. "Young Master Long, isn't this the" Heaven "box?" ...