The pool water is warm, slightly hot, sudden touch, the delicate skin will be haloed with a light pink.

Ahya climbed on top of Xie Jie, her whole body rolling, every breath with a wintry touch, like a half-opened rose.

Xie Jie is not in a hurry, he is at a pace as if he is slowly and methodically peeling the skin of the lychee to reveal the glistening and full flesh inside.

A piece of outer clothing faded, was picked up high and fell on the edge of the soup spring, a field ...