Jiang Jiuli finished lining her lips and looked at the man's deep expression in the mirror. She chuckled, turned around, stuffed the lipstick in her hand into the man's suit pocket, and patted it gently: "Gu Bai, we have broken up."
Gu Bai's eyes fell from her delicate collarbone to her chest, the vague arc hidden in the neckline of the suspender skirt. His eyes became darker and darker, and his throat rolled slightly.
Jiang Jiuli dropped those words and walked out past him. With a tightening of her wrists, Gu Bai stretched out his hand and pulled her back. His big hands held her waist and squeezed her tightly into his arms: "I don't agree."
Jiang Jiuli impatiently pressed on his chest, staring at him with a pair of beautiful eyes: "Let me go."
Seeing that she was angry, Gu Bai laughed softly, hugged her even more forcefully, bent down, buried himself in the crook of her neck, took a deep breath, and then gradually moved down, his warm lips and tongue gently licked her collarbone, sucking and nibbling repeatedly.
Intention: past life events
