Watching Lan Ji curl up like a little kitten, Lin Kuang felt a great sense of accomplishment.
Lan Ji was a very famous beauty in Zhenlin City, but this beauty that many men yearned for had now been conquered by him, and the satisfaction made Lin Kuang very proud.
Lan Ji lay with a flushed face on Lin Kuang's shoulder, her small hands drawing circles on Lin Kuang's chest, looking so meek and cute.
"Bad guy, now I'm your woman."
Lan Ji said, lifting her head with a red face.
Experiencing this wonderful sensation for the first time, Lan Ji felt as if she was floating as if she were immortal, the feeling was so wonderful that she was a bit addicted.
"Yes, now you're mine, what? Regretting it?"
Lin Kuang asked with a smile.
"No, it's just that you're leaving tomorrow."
Lan Ji said reluctantly, since the thing had already happened, she naturally wouldn't hide her feelings of reluctance.
