C220 What a Cool Floor!

He wrapped a strand of hair around his head and gently blew it with the blowpipe in his hand.

The gentle warm wind blew across her hair and onto her face, making Zhao Qingyu close her eyes involuntarily. What made her even more tempted was that she wanted to quietly wrap her arms around Shen Ann's waist.

He was standing right in front of her. He stood while she sat. At this distance