Gu Nanzhou didn't answer; his gaze slowly drifted downward, sliding from Su Wan's sparkling eyes, to the hem of the white shirt she wore.
It was an extreme purity that was beautiful, yet it was exactly this kind of simplicity that could easily stir someone's heart, leading it into an endless descent.
His eyes narrowed slightly; he stared at the hem of her shirt for a few seconds, and the soft, faint whimpering from certain ambiguous and suffocating nights once again echoed in his ears.
He had been unrestrained during this time, his desires fierce, leaving behind heavy marks.
Su Wan's ears burned under Gu Nanzhou's intense gaze, knowing what he was thinking. She unconsciously curled her toes, twisting his waist with a mix of embarrassment and annoyance.