It was just a touch.
Tan Jincheng shivered all over, as if his soul was trembling.
He looked at Gu Yi'an in disbelief.
She actually...
Tan Jincheng's throat moved up and down, his voice extremely tense.
"Anan..."
His voice was very low and hoarse.
So hoarse it was absurd.
Gu Yi'an smiled slightly, her eyes alluring.
"Ah Cheng..."
She softly called his name, gently pulling him to sit back down.
Tan Jincheng's eyes grew darker.
He held her with one hand, while the other hand covered her misbehaving little hand, "Anan, you're... playing with fire."
Gu Yi'an just laughed, winking at him, "You don't want to?"
"I can't... I can't hurt you and the baby." Tan Jincheng's breathing had become completely heavy.
Gu Yi'an chuckled lightly, "There's no baby in my hand..."
With one sentence, he fully understood her intention.
He gasped, because the excitement building up in his body was about to explode, urgently needing an outlet...
