Her obsessive thought was...
Thinking, who would have known that the domineering and sly Emperor Lucas would suddenly kiss her, the tingling sensation at her fingertips made her shiver for a moment, before she could recover, his large hand had already tightly clasped her ten fingers.
She was pushed slightly, her back pressed against the cold wall, fortunately, at this moment, it was a bit hot, and the cold wall just helped to cool down...
Their ten fingers interlocked, tangled with each other.
Even the air had become a hundred times more ambiguous.
His pitch-black eyes watched her hazy gaze, she had long sunk into his kiss, her whole body instinctively leaned toward him, that look of intoxication, was truly indescribably beautiful.
That night, at the bar.
Didn't he say not to cry?
When he woke up, he heard her hoarse voice, lying on his chest, tears soaking a patch of his clothes.
At that time, should he laugh or cry?
