That wasn't enough. After she hugged him, Xia Yinian immediately stood on her tiptoes, reluctantly reaching his lower lip for a kiss.
"How about now? Do you feel anything? Do you have any urge?" She withdrew her head and released her hands, glaring at the man in front of her.
She was Xia Yinian, his supposed girlfriend, so where did all these temporary girlfriends come from?
The voice she feigned was filled with errors; Gu Beicheng was so smart, how could he not know?
Moreover, she was using Xia Yinian's voice now. Could he not hear it? How could he claim to love—what love?
Sure enough, words spoken by men in bed are not credible at all.
"I do. You can continue," Gu Beicheng curled his lips.
She was still in his gaze, but Xia Yinian still saw in his eyes the feeling that he intended to treat her as a stranger and toy with her.
"Oh? Does Seventh Young Master easily have urges for a stranger girl? If it's that easy, why bother with me? You might as well switch to another."
