Gu Chenxiao glanced at her and agreed, "It is quite soft."
And it wasn't just soft, it was sweet too.
The mere thought of it was enough to make one thirsty and restless.
Song Yan stopped tormenting her own lips and shifted her attention to Gu Chenxiao.
She knelt on the couch and moved closer to Gu Chenxiao, staring at his lips with a hazy look in her eyes, swallowing hard, "I wonder what yours are like, whether they're as soft as mine or not."
With a boom,
something seemed to collapse in his mind.
The breath he had just steadied instantly became chaotic again.
Gu Chenxiao caught the scent of perfume coming from her, as addictive as opium, impossible to resist—an addiction much like her.
A simple and strong thought formed in his mind.
He wanted to throw her onto the bed, pin her down, and bully her until she cried and begged for mercy!
