Eden walked away in high heels, and Gong Ting lowered his gaze to the photos in his hand. He walked weakly over to the sofa and sat down, leafing through them one by one. The photos were taken from such a close distance, yet he had been so lost in the moment that he failed to notice. What did this indicate?
The more he thought, the more restless he became. He slapped the photos onto the coffee table and got up to take a shower.
After showering, he felt much calmer. He dried his hair, and as he passed by the coffee table, he picked up the photos, walked to the bed, sat down, leaned against the headboard, and slowly admired them.
Xiao Yu had a petite figure, but there was some substance to her chest. The photo he was looking at happened to capture his hand on her front. He seemed to feel the smooth skin beneath his palm, like creamy jade, as a slight heat rose in his eyes.
