Given Gu Yanting's mercilessness, Song Zhe was bound to suffer terribly.
"Ah Ya, you seem really afraid of me dealing with Song Zhe. It looks like you really care about Song Zhe."
"No, I just don't like the ruthless side of you."
Zhuo Ya saw the brutal coldness flickering in the man's eyes and immediately grabbed Gu Yanting's hand.
"I am scared, Brother Ah Yan, I am really scared."
Zhuo Ya conveyed to Gu Yanting with a frail and terrified expression.
Each time the woman repeatedly said she was scared, Gu Yanting felt as if someone had gouged a piece out of his heart.
He pinned Zhuo Ya down on the bed, his scorching, fervent lips against hers.
With dominating movements, the man invaded Zhuo Ya's senses.
Zhuo Ya stared vacantly at the face so close to hers.
She dared not push Gu Yanting away. To escape, she needed him to lower his guard around her.
Thinking of what Senior Song had said, Zhuo Ya's heart felt like it was floating.
