After he spoke, the strength in his hands noticeably increased, like a starving wolf pouncing on its prey.
Gu Nanqiao snorted coldly, defiantly retorting, "It's not yet certain who will take care of whom."
As a man, he had a bit of male chauvinism and couldn't tolerate her brazen shouting.
Their clothes were thrown to the floor one by one, entangled in a messy heap. Gu Nanqiao yanked open the buttons on his shirt, her gaze fixed unblinkingly on his body.
She could clearly hear his heart beating very fast.
Gu Nanqiao paused for a moment, then boldly reached out to touch him.
Her lips followed closely, kissing his chest.
Every time she felt his body tremble, she felt thoroughly satisfied.
She also finally understood why, when he kissed her, he liked to see her lose control—the sense of indescribable achievement it brought him.
