Gu Yu's deep-set eyes shimmered with a peculiar light as he gazed at her.
Tang Yuran blinked, staring straight at the person in front of her. Seeing that he remained silent for quite some time, she couldn't help but twist her body restlessly.
"Don't move around…" Gu Yu, lying on top of Tang Yuran, buried his head in the crook of her neck and huskily whispered to her.
"Huh??" Tang Yuran looked at him, somewhat puzzled.
Why couldn't she move?... But his weight on top of her felt so heavy...
Moreover, for some reason, there seemed to be something hot and hard pressing on her stomach, making her feel very uncomfortable.
"Be good… don't move around…" Gu Yu's suppressed tone was low as he spoke to Tang Yuran.
"Oh…" Tang Yuran blinked, nodded, and obediently lay still.
Just as Gu Yu breathed a sigh of relief, he felt a pair of soft hands touching his waist: "But I still want to take off your jeans…"
"…"
