Gu Liancheng knew she wanted to resist, so he used his body to pin her, preventing her from escaping his grasp.
Eleven had always admitted that, he could make her melt in his hand effortlessly.
His hand was on her bath towel, intending to pull the troublesome fabric away. At this moment, Gu Liancheng was still fully dressed, a stark contrast to Eleven's minimal attire.
Her slender hand blocked the bath towel, breathing sharply as she looked at him, regaining her senses: "You can't..."
He had never forced her before.
Looking at her unflinching gaze, he knew that she trusted him. She was certain that if she didn't want to, Gu Liancheng wouldn't force himself on her.
A long gaze was exchanged, their two heated hands layered over one another.
Eleven won.
Gu Liancheng softly punched near her face, causing the mattress to slightly sink down.
He was powerless and could do nothing but suppress himself, lying on her, breathlessly gasping and struggling to regulate his breathing.
