The door was shut, leaving only her and him in the tiny temporary make-up room.
"Ah Han, why are you here..."
Gu Qingxin couldn't even finish her sentence when her lips were sealed by his, like a tempestuous storm. She was nearly out of breath. Beiming Han's hand clasped the back of her head, decreasing the distance between them...
Only when the man's hand began to wander to forbidden territory did Gu Qingxin stutter, gripping his hand to stop him from going any further.
"Ah Han, not now. I have a commercial to shoot soon." Gu Qingxin's hands firmly clung to his.
If her clothes got dirty, she wouldn't be presentable!
"..."
Beiming Han suddenly squeezed her sensitively a few times with a husky voice, "We will settle this later at home."
Gu Qingxin shivered intensely from his touch. She held him tight and helplessly shook her head.
Beiming Han didn't let her off that easily. He carried on being affectionate with her before finally letting her go.
