"Xin'er, I want you!" Beiming Han kissed her beautiful neck repeatedly.
Gu Qingxin, "…"
What's got into this man? Since when did he started asking for her consent instead of just forcing himself upon her?
"Xin'er…"
"Hmm." Gu Qingxin softly replied. It was barely audible but to the man lying on top of her, it was a huge encouragement.
Overwhelmed with excitement, Beiming Han intensified his force. Fortunately, it wasn't as dry as the first time, otherwise, his strength would have been unbearable for her.
The next day, Gu Qingxin secretly salvaged the ointment Min Shang had given her from the trash bin and applied it twice on her hands.
Gu Qingxin didn't know whether Beiming Han discovered it or not because she always applied it when he wasn't nearby.
Within just a few days, she felt that the scar on the back of her hand wasn't as ugly anymore.
On Friday, Gu Qingxin received a call from an unknown number.
