"Beiming Han!" Gu Qingxin abruptly drew a gasp, instantly sobering up. The tinge of tipsiness she felt earlier had completely receded.
"Remember this name well!"
A satisfied smile appeared on Beiming Han's lips.
Just by looking at her from afar, he felt his desires flaring up.
His large hand gripping her waist...
Gu Qingxin was in so much pain that she couldn't utter a sound.
Beiming Han's fingers threaded through her hair, pulling her frail body close to him. Satisfaction surged within him – a feeling he couldn't quite comprehend...
The next day.
In an overwhelmingly large and luxuriously decorated bedroom, atop the huge, snow-white bed, light veils were drifting...
The girl lied asleep on the bed.
Her furrowed brows signalled her discomfort.
Having finished his bath, Beiming Han emerged from the bathroom. He approached the bed and frowned slightly when he saw the girl on it.
