their lips, the space between them a battlefield where his dominant, possessive scent battled her sweetness.When Fu Mo-han let go of her lips, Lin Jin-ran felt as if she were drained of all energy. Sh...ad slightly, then looked up at him and asked seriously, "Do you know his height and size"The night owl keenly perceived Lin Jinran's intentions, "You want to make clothes for him"Lin Jinran nodded in...