when it came to her, he always resorted to twisting logic. “It grows on you, of course it's under your control! I'm telling you, you have weak willpower, you allow yourself to be manipulated. Go down... little face nestled against Lin Meng's back, feeling her mommy's skin, which was slightly cool and smooth in the summer, while instinctively scratching with his small hand as a child’s habit, graspin...