He looked at Gong Shirao, who seemed completely different from usual. Thinking of her allure and charm, which were only meant to bloom for someone else, he felt as though something had blocked his heart, making even breathing difficult.
Zhan Nanjue didn't respond to her; instead, he pinched her jaw to keep her from asking, speaking coldly, "Gong Shirao, look clearly at who I am!"
"Little brother…" Unable to kiss him, Gong Shirao switched to using her hand.
Her small hand slipped into his patient gown, rubbing and squeezing.
Zhan Nanjue's face turned cold; he had no sensation in his right hand and could only use his left to grab her small hand.
"Get off me now."
"No, no, no, even if we must separate, we have to sleep together first," she said.
"…" Zhan Nanjue's body stiffened, and his tone grew colder, "Get off! What do you take yourself for!"
