Su Yan paused with the teacup in her hand.
Gu Chaohan's lips curved slightly upward, "What I want to see is your excitement, and an uncontrollable passion."
"..."
The overly explicit words left her unable to respond. Ultimately, she lowered her head and chose to remain silent.
The dishes they ordered were served one after another.
Su Yan looked at the sumptuous spread on the table, completely losing her appetite.
...
By the time they got home, it was already eight in the evening.
As soon as they entered, without even closing the door properly, Gu Chaohan impatiently pressed Su Yan against the wall.
His tall body repeatedly drew closer, blocking her entirely and cutting off any possibility of retreat.
In the pitch-black darkness where one couldn't even see their hand, the heat from his palm contrasted sharply with the chill of her body.
Su Yan was pinned against the wall, unable to move a fraction.
