Ye Sichen couldn’t help reaching out to wipe away Xia Nuan’s tears. She tried to remove his hand, but her hand was held by him instead. They looked at each other and kept their eyes contacting. He bowed his head to kiss on her cheeks, then kissed her tears away gradually.

Xia Nuan couldn’t break out of his hands. Her head was held by him firmly and her hand pushing on his shoulder lost strength gradually.

He breathed faster, kissed on her lips and sucked more ...