A muffled groan.
Gu Yan finally stopped.
He viciously spat out a breath of foul air before finally looking toward Su Ye.
He didn't dare to look into those eyes.
No more joy, no more allure, only cold indifference and hatred remained.
He said he didn't care, but Gu Yan knew very well in his heart that he feared Su Ye would hate him.
So fearful, he lost all reason.
"You...,"
Gu Yan's Adam's apple bobbed, about to speak, but then suddenly halted.
Su Ye was crying?
Tears had already dampened a small patch of the sofa.
And there was the blood seeping from her lips.
Gu Yan's heart sank abruptly.
"What happened to your mouth?" He extended his hand, and before touching Su Ye, she turned her head to avoid him.
Gu Yan's pupils shrank.
His heart was pricked, a strange feeling emerging.
He knew he shouldn't force her at this time.
But he couldn't help himself.
Gu Yan's face darkened, and he forcefully pinched her chin, forcing her to open her mouth slightly.
The glaring red.
