Zhou Jin tasted her tears, so bitter. His large palm cradled the back of her head as he frowned and asked, "What are you crying for, huh?"
Li Qianrui pouted her delicate, beautiful lips, "I'm laughing through tears."
Zhou Jin flipped over, pinning her beneath him, then reached out to lift up her skirt, "Don't worry, I can take good care of you even with one leg."
"Zhou Jin, stop!" She pressed against his strong hand.
Zhou Jin kissed her little cheek and chuckled with a husky voice, "You've already taken off my pants, and now you're telling me to stop, Li Qianrui, are you playing with me?"
Li Qianrui stretched out two small hands against his firm shoulders, very determined, "Really, stop."
Zhou Jin opened his eyes, his deep and narrow eyes coolly settling on her, filled with dense displeasure and sternness, "Give me a reason not to touch you."
How could she say it, Li Qianrui's gaze slightly dodged.
