You Su gently nibbled on the girl's delicate earlobe, eliciting a soft hum from her.
"Junior Sister... I also want to prove to you that my heart has truly been stolen by you..."
"How... how will you prove it..."
Ji Lingruo's cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, her voice tender and soft.
But as soon as she spoke, she knew the question was pointless.
Through the thin silk robe, she clearly felt the unusual sensation behind her.
Undoubtedly, this was You Su's proof.
The girl's perky hips were taut and supple, both firm and light.
You Su's blood was already boiling, his body leaning forward, one hand still comforting the girl's true heart, while the other reached out to brace against the window frame.
Ji Lingruo, like a delicate cloud afraid of rain, pleaded:
"Not here..."
"Then where?"
Ji Lingruo suddenly felt You Su's body stiffen and then retreat slightly.
