Ouyang Che said in a low voice, his tone filled with suppressed agony and emotions he couldn't express.
Wushuang felt sad in her heart, and she turned her head aside, saying, "If it hurts, then forget about me."
The man turned her face back, gritting his teeth and growling, "Wushuang, do you have no heart?!"
"Where is your heart, why have I never felt it before?!"
His hand covered her chest, pressing firmly.
Wushuang suddenly held his face, resolutely locking eyes with him, "Ache, tonight I give to you, but after tonight, don't entangle with me anymore!"
Ouyang Che was shocked, staring at her in disbelief.
"Didn't you want me, and now you don't?"
"Do you think what I want is your body?"
"Whatever it is, at least you can have it. But you must swear to leave me after you get it..." Wushuang said softly.
Ouyang Che's eyes gradually turned cold, a storm brewing in his dark pupils.
His gaze was icy, with no expression on his face.
