Su Yan felt as if she was caught between ice and fire. She knew what he wanted, and even though her heart was reluctant in a thousand ways, she really couldn't bear the torment and eventually compromised with him.
Her continuously trembling hands actively wrapped around his neck, a stark contrast to her earlier defiance—surprisingly obedient.
Bright red lips landed between his brows and eyes, kissing slowly down until they reached his lips, grinding back and forth.
She hugged his waist, her face already sweating from the torment, "Give it to me, will you..."
Gu Chaohan remained unmoved.
Su Yan endured the crushing pain that drove people insane, her red lips trailing downward.
The man's forehead vein throbbed; he knew that only when her drug cravings hit would she be so obsequious.
At such times, no matter his demands, she would not refuse.
