Gu Xinzhou struggled in vain, anger making her open her mouth to bite!
Song Zhen's brow furrowed!
A familiar yet long-absent pain struck!
It overlapped with that scene from his midnight dreams!
The hand that Song Zhen wrapped around her back was gently patting, helping her catch her breath.
The motion was a bit clumsy, but it exuded an undeniable treasure.
Half an hour later—
Gu Xinzhou sat on the window seat of her room, her knees pulled up to her chest.
Her long hair covered half of her delicate little face.
Her eyelashes hung down, her complexion pale, and she remained silent.
Gu Yibo sat on the bed opposite her, looking at her and coaxing her with all seriousness and sincerity.
But Gu Xinzhou showed no reaction whatsoever.
Song Zhen had been standing by her desk all along, forever calm and rational.
His expensive suit was in disarray, but the vast cosmos in his eyes always scored him points, making him appear wise and independent in any setting, any attire.
