Xiao Yu felt the danger, and in the next second, the dress on her body disappeared, leaving her feeling increasingly chilly, as the man's scorching breath came at her again, making her shudder all over.
Her mind grew even more fuzzy, wanting to resist, but more so, she was sinking.
Gong Ting's kisses moved downward, and when his gaze landed on the scar on her lower abdomen, his movements suddenly froze. Su Yu has scar-prone skin, and three years ago, she was injured by a bomb; even after her back wound healed, the many top-notch scar creams she used did not fully eliminate the marks.
At this moment, under the moonlight, the scar on her lower abdomen was as ugly as a centipede crawling, like a basin of cold water pouring down, making Gong Ting's intense desire for her vanish without a trace.
He stared at her for a few seconds, suddenly feeling nauseated.
