Her small mouth was captured by him again; he could never get enough of her taste.
"Let's shower together." Beiming Han pulled her up from the ground, undoing the buttons of her clothes one by one with his fingers.
Inside the bathtub.
Gu Qingxin gently rubbed his back with a bath ball while Beiming Han sat in the tub, gazing at her profile reflected in the mirror—exquisite lines, a delicate face, damp long hair—every part of her was perfect...
After a while, Gu Qingxin belatedly realized that he had been observing her in the mirror.
Gu Qingxin immediately wriggled out from under his arm, sat on his lap, and with damp arms around his neck, she laughed and said, "If you want to look, do it openly. Why peek?"
"Xin'er, you're so beautiful." Beiming Han cupped her face, she truly was beautiful, more and more so.
