"I want you to feed me."
"Mmm."
Zhuo Ya gazed at Gu Yanting with her large, dark, gleaming eyes.
The woman looked especially alluring like this.
"Ah Ya, are you seducing me?"
The man's hand slid under Zhuo Ya's clothing, his tone suggestive as he asked.
Zhuo Ya endured the discomfort in her body, leaning obediently into Gu Yanting's embrace.
"I don't have the strength."
Gu Yanting looked down at Zhuo Ya in his arms.
The woman's face was pale as snow, eliciting heartfelt pity.
He kissed Zhuo Ya's chin and murmured in a hoarse voice, "Ah Ya, don't make me angry."
"Alright."
If Gu Yanting... died! Everyone would be relieved, right?
Zhuo Ya slightly tilted her face up, observing the man's chiseled jawline, her ice-cold gaze hidden from view.
"Ah Ya, do you want to see Song Zhe?"
"I don't."
Gu Yanting suddenly asked Zhuo Ya if she wanted to see Song Zhe.
Zhuo Ya answered without hesitation that she did not want to see Song Zhe.
