Su Qingyuan lay softly on the bed, her hair was messy and her breathing was trembling.
Gu Xici leaned over and hugged her completely, clasping his arms around her waist like iron bands, burying his head in the crook of her neck, rubbing his nose against her warm skin, and his breathing gradually became longer.
Ten years of "brother" status, countless days and nights of restraint and forbearance, and the moral shackles that weighed him down were all shattered at this moment. He could feel the warmth of the person in his arms, listen to her heartbeat at the same frequency as his, and gently stroke her back with his fingertips, feeling completely relaxed and satisfied.
His Adam's apple rolled, his voice became hoarse and deep, and his words were full of settled peace: "Qingyuan, I finally... Don't have to let go anymore."
Super good-looking and full of pulling feeling