810 The Third Present Is Me (2/2)

”Zhuoli… Zhuoli…”

”I'm here,” Han Zhuoli said softly, but he didn't stop kissing her.

His palms held onto her slender wrists and placed them by the side of her face. His fingertip stroked gently across her wrist, as if he was measuring something.

”This is how I hold onto your wrist every single day. How could I not know how thin your wrists are?” Han Zhuoli said against her lips.

Lu Man suddenly felt her wrists burning furiously.

At that moment, Han Zhuoli suddenly released her wrists but grabbed onto her ankles instead. ”Even here, I hold onto them every day too. Even with my eyes closed, I could roughly guess how thin these are.”

Lu Man blushed. Suddenly, she realized that there was a deeper meaning to the words ”holding onto her every day.”

Oh gosh, she had been stained!

Lu Man whimpered and covered her face.

However, every time Han Zhuoli held onto her wrists, wasn't it only when… doing that?

Han Zhuoli laughed gently. He hooked the ankle bracelet around his fingers. ”This is the second birthday present.”

Lu Man's senses were already sort of lost. In a daze, she asked, ”The second present. Is there still a third?”

”Yes.” Han Zhuoli's hoarse voice tightened slightly. ”It's me.”

Just as he finished speaking, he entered her.

Lu Man moaned and moaned as she hugged Han Zhuoli tightly.

Following his movements, Lu Man's ankle and waist shook too.

The bells on the chain rang crisply.

Sometimes, it was rushed and urgent while sometimes, it was slow and steady. It really was like a beautiful melody was being performed.

Lu Man was too embarrassed to listen to it. The sound of the bells was completely following his rhythm!

As she listened to the ”ding ring ring” sound, she felt extremely bashful.