Gu Yanting, you really are as cold and heartless to me as ever.
The Zhuo Ya you pine for will soon kill you.
When that time comes, I wonder if you can still love this slut Zhuo Ya? I'm truly looking forward to it.
...
Zhuo Ya felt someone continuously touching her face, and when she opened her eyelids and saw that it was Gu Yanting touching her.
Zhuo Ya grabbed Gu Yanting's hand, her face showing helplessness.
"Gu Yanting?"
Gu Yanting directly took Zhuo Ya into his arms.
The scorching kiss made Zhuo Ya's body heat up.
She slightly tilted her face upward, her hand gently resting on Gu Yanting's face, murmured with a gloomy tone, "Gu Yanting."
Gu Yanting held Zhuo Ya's hand to his lips and kissed it; his hot breath nearly melted her entirely.
She resisted the searing heat and hugged Gu Yanting tightly.
Gu Yanting bit Zhuo Ya's tongue tip, pinning her hand above her head, his body wedging into the woman's center.
"Ah Ya, I want you."
"Okay."
