Thinking about the bullet he took for her, Gu Jiayin felt extraordinarily guilty, so she softly said, "I'll redress your wound."
Saying this, she was about to get up to find the medical kit when her waist was firmly held, and the man's deep, hoarse voice sounded in her ear, "Don't move, let me hold you for a while."
Saying this, he rested his chin on her shoulder and took a deep breath of her scent.
Like a child pleading for a piece of candy.
Thinking about the injury he suffered because of her, Gu Jiayin, for the first time, didn't resist him taking advantage of her.
She didn't express anything, just sat there quietly, even though she felt very awkward.
Seeing the woman in his arms so obedient, a certain desire within Sheng Qianchi started to stir restlessly. After a moment, he couldn't be satisfied with just holding her and began to gently kiss her neck, moving upwards until he reached her soft and tender earlobe.
