Gu Yanci threw the work clothes aside, revealing a well-tailored white shirt underneath.
He knelt on one knee on the sofa, trapped her between his arms, and curled her hair carelessly with his fingertips:
"Shen Zhiyi, I gave you a chance." His fingertips touched the corners of her lips with a burning warmth, "Now, it's too late to stop."
His kiss fell immediately, no longer as gentle as before, but with a strong plunder, attacking the city.
Shen Zhiyi couldn't stop trembling under him, her fingertips digging into his solid back muscles.
The heavy rain pounded hard against the glass windows, making the intertwined breathing even more ambiguous.
