Gu Yu kissed her neck while his hand caressed her slender waist. After a while, apparently not finding the hem of her dress, he opened his eyes, somewhat perplexedly, and looked down.
Tang Yuran felt her entire heart lift.
His breath, barely there, spilled over the skin of her neck and collarbone, tickling her slightly and making her body involuntarily stiffen.
However, the next second, when his cool palm touched her thigh, Tang Yuran couldn't help but shiver slightly, her voice changing as she said, "You... don't touch me..."
"Mm..." Gu Yu responded in a low voice and then directly lifted the hem of her dress.
As her legs felt the cool touch of the air, Tang Yuran instinctively reached down to hold her skirt and then looked at him with widened eyes, "What are you trying to do!?"
"You guess..." Gu Yu's voice was low and husky, and as he spoke, the warm breath sprayed onto her delicate neck skin. The ambiguous tone missed a beat in Tang Yuran's heart.
