He rubbed the tip of his nose against hers, brushing her lips, filled with both hatred and jealousy.
"What does he have to compare with me? Why do you transfer your affections to him?" He grasped her hand, pressing it against his chest, "It hurts here, it's hurt for so many years, please don't let it hurt anymore, okay?"
The heartbeat under his palm was fast, Xie Wanqing finally managed to take a breath, she closed her eyes slightly, and didn't speak for a moment.
Lu Ziyuan looked down at her for a while, then couldn't resist seeking out her lips again, kissing them gently.
He was obsessed with this feeling of intimacy with her.
As the kiss nearly spiraled out of control, the hand wrapped around the girl's waist moved restlessly, settling on the belt, and Xie Wanqing could clearly hear his swallowing, as if hesitating over something.
In the end, that hand paused for a long time, without moving.
