"What's the problem this afternoon?" His sexy voice, hoarse due to surging emotions, asked, "Is there an issue?"
"Of course there's a problem, it's just... just..." She couldn't articulate it for a while, looking at him, at a complete loss.
Her fair, charming face, lips slightly swollen from the kisses and trembling, the gloss on them made him feel parched again.
In the silence, their breathing was staggered and uneven.
"Then there's no problem," Gu Annan's low voice concluded for her.
Suddenly, she was lifted horizontally and carried swiftly to the bed.
That feeling of something being wrong, why did it feel like making a mountain out of a molehill was just an excuse for this?
Before she was even laid on the bed, an intense, domineering kiss descended once again.
Lu Wanwan passively accepted it, thinking that if getting it over with could solve the problem of the day and almost blowing up the scandal at the bar, then there was no difference between afternoon and evening.
