If there is no birth, then what is this heart entangled for these days?
What is this weakness being kissed and held by him yet too helpless to struggle? What is the purpose behind painstakingly giving each other leeway and excuses...
"You say I degrade you... But blindly... Piaomiao and Jiuyou might want to degrade you, did I really do that?" Zhao Changhe sighed, "You are still intact."
Ye Wuming finally said, "You want more."
"Yes." Zhao Changhe acknowledged, "I want more."
With the words, he snapped his right fingers.
Dots of phosphorescence emerged from the surroundings, gradually rising higher. Ye Wuming looked up, seeing from afar that it seemed like more stars have appeared in the sky.
It's so fake.
Ye Wuming was a bit stunned, only then realizing that he suddenly started offering a betrothal gift now.
After kissing and touching, even dribbling, he starts giving the betrothal gift now.
