Bringing Up The Past

Gu Zheng's hot palm landed on her shoulder, caressing her delicate skin. His touch was slightly cold. He was silent for a moment, then his eyes suddenly burned. "Are you sure you don't want to wear it?"

The man's handsome face suddenly approached her. His eyes were filled with gentleness, but they carried a trace of a smile. His entire body emitted a sense of invasion, causing Qiao Xi's heart to beat violently.

Seeing that she did not respond for a long time, the man said in a low voice, "Alright."

As soon as he finished speaking, dense kisses landed on Qiao Xi's collarbone. Hot air filled her entire body, causing her to tremble. His slightly cold lips gradually became hot with a trace of impatience and ferocity, leaving marks on her fair skin.

After a long time, Gu Zheng slowly looked up and licked his lips. His voice was hoarse and a little lingering. "Mrs. Gu, aren't you going to wear it now?"