"Then I won't fall in love with you either." Su Yan's lips curled into a cold smile, "However, you might get tired of me someday."
"Hahaha——"
A sinister laugh echoed in the sealed, oppressive room.
Gu Chaohan confirmed, word by word, "Rest assured, that day will never come."
The pain was clear and distinct, like an unhealed wound torn open again.
Even though she was mentally prepared, when the pain came, it was still unbearable.
Su Yan couldn't help but reach out to gently push him, trying to retreat.
But Gu Chaohan refused to let her go, his thin lips pressed onto hers, moving and stirring fiercely.
His slightly cool hand was not idle either, igniting fires all over her body.
Su Yan felt nothing, her body ached painfully; his madness made her almost unable to bear it, and her heart flinched slightly.
But when she saw the gloomy expression on his face, that retreating thought gradually faded.
