Gu An'an's beautiful face was blossoming, like god's greatest art piece. She was beautiful enough to bring an entire city to its knees. But her stunning eyes were icy cold and free from worldly desires, like a snow queen who had stepped out of a painting.
The short black skirt she had made her skin look even fairer than it was, and her red lips were as beautiful as a lotus flower. She fluttered her long lashes and looked at Lu Yan, then got onto the car.
Lu Yan's face under the baseball cap immediately turned cold. She had actually associated herself with Delia.
F*ck. Didn't she know Delia was dangerous? She could be in danger any time.
He reached out with his large palms and grabbed her wrist.
Gu An'an's footsteps halted.
Lu Yan's rough fingers were wrapped around her wrist. An'an felt the area under his fingers hurting and tingling. He was strong and rough, and her skin was soft and tender. The area he was touching was chafing.
