Su Yan struggled to break free from him, the feeling of gaining oxygen brought a sigh of relief to her heart.
She placed her hands on either side of her body and sat up from the bed, tears welling up in her eyes, on the verge of falling.
Gu Chaohan's face was pale with pain, but he was not angry.
She disregarded her disheveled clothes, hurriedly and helplessly getting out of bed.
The work uniform she was wearing had been mostly torn open by him, exposing large patches of fair skin at her neckline, her collar also wide open, and her delicate lipstick was smudged beyond recognition due to his sudden kiss.
Her carefully arranged hair was now completely disheveled.
Because of the intense struggle just moments ago, a layer of thin sweat had appeared on her forehead, sticking her hair together.
She could even imagine her current appearance in her mind.
Surely, she must look so embarrassed, right?
