"Jiayin, even if you consider the fact that I saved you today, what's wrong with keeping me company for a few days? I'm not forcing you to do anything, am I?"
Gu Jiayin was indifferent, a few strands of hair stuck to her lips, the crimson and black hues intertwined, extremely enchanting, "If you want a woman to keep you company, there will be thousands who are willing, why insist on one whose heart is elsewhere?"
The woman's expression and emotions were hidden beneath her hair, creating a surreal feeling, making him think she might disappear with the wind at any moment.
Thus, Sheng Qianchi somewhat rudely brushed aside her hair, and when her beautiful face came into view, he couldn't help but press his lips against hers, gently rubbing.
The taste of longing blended with the sea breeze.
The desire in his heart was restless, while hers was like still water.
