There was a period when we hadn't seen each other, and the longing was fierce. This kiss was passionate and intense, dominating and fiery.
When he let go of her, her whole face was flushed from the kiss. She was panting in his arms, her chest heaving.
Sheng Qianchi's satisfied lips curled up, and his fingertips gently rubbed her small face.
Gu Jiayin was both angry and a bit ashamed.
When she initially suggested a complete break, she truly intended to end things and never planned to turn back. Yet today, he used Twilight Manor to force her to see him again, giving her a sudden feeling that she would eventually die in his gentleness.
He hadn't contacted her all these days. She thought he had given up on her, but it turned out he was slowly reeling her in, step by step.
"Not seeing each other for so many days, have you missed me?"
The man's voice, low and hoarse, lingered by her ear, accompanied by warm breaths, a deadly temptation.
