Gu Chaohan stepped forward, raising his hand as if to wipe away the tears lingering at the corner of her eyes.
Su Yan instinctively took a step back, deliberately creating a boundary between them.
He frowned slightly, clearly dissatisfied with her actions, and took another step forward, forcing her back to the head of the bed, with no way to retreat.
Then he raised his hand, gently cradling her face, looking at her soft and quiet demeanor, his eyes filled with mixed emotions.
The wound was not yet treated, and there was a strong scent of blood on his arm, which she inhaled through her breath.
Surprisingly, Su Yan did not struggle.
Gu Chaohan remained silent for a long time, then slowly lowered his head, burying it in her neck.
The warmth made the man's mood improve considerably.
Su Yan sat on the bed, motionless, letting him manipulate her as he wished.
