The scent belonging to Duan Xi, along with the taste of wine on his lips, enveloped Ruan Jiaojiao completely.
She was taken aback for a moment, and her heartbeat started to uncontrollably accelerate.
Duan Xi did not delve deeper, just gently grinding her lips, satisfying a little craving, and released her before losing control, burying his head on her shoulder, breathing deeply.
"Jiaobao." He called her, holding her petite body in his arms, tightening and tightening, wishing he could embed her entire being into his own.
"Brother Xu?" Ruan Jiaojiao tentatively reached out and hugged his lean waist. Unsure if it was an illusion, she felt as though when she hugged his waist, his entire body seemed to stiffen a bit.
Duan Xi's eyes darkened, and he took a deep breath before pushing her slightly away and said hoarsely, "Let me hold you, just hold you."
