The lamp swayed slightly, casting the shadow of the red tent on the side of the beauty's face, outlining a hazy arc.

Aahia's eyelashes trembled slightly and her fingertips pressed on Xie Jie's palm, using some force, but she couldn't push him away.

The two sides are obviously ready to be separated, but from the night of Xie Jie's high fever, the original trajectory of separation, and seems to have deviated in another direction.

Reason and emotion ...