Keep that in check!
Lin Wanqiu had already suffered greatly; she didn't know how many more times she'd have to hear this phrase. It felt as if she had just escaped a pack of wolves only to fall into the jaws of a tiger once again, leaving her on the verge of collapsing.
Yet, coming from Gu Jianlin's deadpan mouth, this phrase wasn't particularly repulsive. His tone lacked any warmth or earthly desire, creating an odd intensity that inexplicably quickened her heartbeat, casting herself as a delicate beauty subjected to the control of a cold and strikingly forceful youth.
Though unwilling, she found herself gradually succumbing.
In a fleeting moment, dozens of unspeakable scenarios bloomed in her mind, each one leaving her flustered and breathless.
"Shut up. Stop overreacting."
Gu Jianlin moved his hand away from her lips, which still bore the faint imprint of lipstick.
