บท 1771: I want more.

It was early in the morning, and the sun shone through the window on the young man's body, giving him a layer of golden light. Even his eyebrows seemed to be shining with gold. However, the good times didn't last long. Very quickly, the young man stepped forward and used his body to block the light, clearly exposing his eyebrows and eyes in front of her.

Qing 'er's already chaotic heartbeat was getting faster.

His black eyes were as dark and hot as ever, and she could not avoid them. Qing 'er suddenly realized that he was not joking.

The vague intimacy and ambiguity, the possessiveness that she had once doubted, were all not just because she was the sister. This kid was serious!