Xiao Yu walked into the bedroom. Gong Ting was already lying on the bed. She pursed her lips, the freshness of the sea lingering between her teeth, and approached the bedside, slipping under the covers.
Her heartbeat became uncontrollably wild as she turned her back to him, the surrounding sounds fading away. She grew exceedingly sensitive, perking her ears to listen to the movements behind her.
Gong Ting lay on his side, initially restless, just wanting to find a quiet place to calm his mind. For some reason, the car drove here.
Now lying on the same bed with her, he was at the age when blood runs hot. The woman beside him had been tasted by him twice, both times leaving a deep impression. Unconsciously, scenes of entering her soul-stirred filled his mind, making his mouth dry.
