Xia Yinian's reaction was undoubtedly Gu Beicheng's favorite.
"Don't…"
Xia Yinian drew back her hands and gave Gu Beicheng a push.
The girl in his arms was struggling, so Gu Beicheng had no choice but to let her go and brace himself up.
"What's wrong?" He looked into her eyes.
"I don't like it here, this is someone else's place." Xia Yinian said, her face flushed red.
"It's fine, Jing Hanye doesn't have the habit of peeking at other people."
But that bit of strength of hers, to him, was nothing at all.
Gu Beicheng propped himself up, caging her in so she had no way out.
"Beicheng." Xia Yinian lay back down on the bed.
"Beicheng, you… what are you going to do?" Xia Yinian blinked her eyes and asked in a low voice.
Meeting her shimmering gaze, Gu Beicheng's thin lips curled slightly.
...
"Who on earth is that old woman?" Yu Wanqing sat on the hotel balcony, holding a wineglass in her hand.
The crimson liquid sloshed in the glass with the force of her grip.
