Gu Jianlin's thoughts were like a violent storm, forgotten details flashing through his mind in an instant.
He faintly realized something and was just about to release his grip.
"I suggest you don't let go of your hand. Just keep controlling me, maybe even tighten your grasp."
On the soft, spacious bed, Tang Yun's white hair spilled across her shoulders. She wasn't wearing her vintage black robe today, but instead donned a loose black sweater paired with a short red skirt. Her slender legs wrapped in black silk stockings were curled up slightly.
Her delicate, flawless face was flushed from the struggle to breathe, looking strangely peculiar.
"Do you have some weird fetish? Or did you get scolded by me earlier and decided to sneak over here in the middle of the night to provoke me, recording it to send to my sister later?"
Gu Jianlin said expressionlessly: "My relationship with your sister isn't like what you're imagining."
