Boom!
Gu Qingcheng's pupils shrank, and her mind went blank.
It was as if a dense net had suddenly tightened around her heart.
Huo Sicheng's cold fragrance enveloped her.
Wherever his hand went, it would set her on fire.
Hot.
It was scorching hot.
In particular, his kiss was different from the one during the day.
This kiss was filled with an indescribable sensation of tenderness and passion.
She closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around his neck.
The temperature in the room rose, and the lights were especially ambiguous.
Gu Qingcheng had long fallen for Huo Sicheng's initiative.
Knock, knock. Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.
Gu Qingcheng's eyes abruptly snapped open as if she had just woken up from a dream.
What greeted her eyes was Huo Sicheng's pleading gaze and his handsome, tensed, and forbearing face.
"Qingcheng…I want you," Huo Sicheng called Gu Qingcheng hoarsely.
