Lu Wanwan was soon kissed into submission, feeling as if she would sink into the couch.
Suddenly, she was swept off her feet in his arms.
Gu Annan, wearing only a thin shirt, radiated intense warmth from his chest, heating her face even further.
"Gu Annan..." When they reached the staircase, she clutched at him, her voice unusually soft from the moment before, "I have something to tell you."
"We can talk later," he said, taking the stairs quickly, holding her tight.
"No, we can't." She was a bit anxious.
Despite her urgency, it sounded almost like a coquettish plea.
She immediately felt the tension in his body, which made Lu Wanwan dare not speak further.
Even she would feel embarrassed by that voice, which sounded nothing like her usual serious self.
As soon as they entered the room, he couldn't wait to shower her with kisses, the flame in his eyes seeming to burn even brighter.
