Those things, she did not need them, did not need them now, and did not want them in the future either.
When the gentle embrace came, Gu Jiangnian's hold tightened, as if he couldn't wait to meld her into his very bones.
Sitting on the changing bench in the closet, Gu Jiangnian held her, extremely tender.
Deep into the passion, almost reaching the peak, Jiang Muwan suppressed the words that were about to spill from her lips.
That night, Jiang Muwan had the thought of pleasing Gu Jiangnian.
And he could see it, even more so capturing this sign, seizing the opportunity.
In the closet, the bathroom, the bedroom, they turned and shifted, reaching the pinnacle several times.
Until eleven at night, Gu Jiangnian, feeling tender, slowed down, gently touching her nose tip, "Still say it wasn't intentional?"
Jiang Muwan smiled and dodged, burrowing into Gu Jiangnian's embrace, "Did Mr. Gu have his fill?"
