Beiming Han gave a cold laugh, released his fingers from her chin, and slowly slid down along her swan-like beautiful neck, continuing downwards...
Gu Qingxin's breath uncontrollably grew heavier, and the fluctuations of her chest became more evident...
"Since you know you were bought by me..."
"Does the young master want anything now?"
Gu Qingxin looked at him, her eyes still apathetic without a shred of emotion, like a soulless doll, void of any feelings.
Beiming Han's fingers rested on her chest, his sharp black eyes staring at her intensely. He watched her emotionless face, feeling a strange heaviness in his chest...
Gu Qingxin clenched her teeth and lifted her hand and unzipped her skirt. Due to the wound on her arm, it hurt so much that a thin layer of sweat appeared on her forehead...
"Get out! Get out right now!" Beiming Han angrily withdrew his hand, his chest heaving strongly.
