Gu'er clutched the edge of the blanket. Even though she knew exactly what was about to happen, a part of her held onto a sliver of hope. 'What if? What if Sun Jiaming is tired or drank too much today? Maybe he'll just go straight to sleep and leave me be.'
As Gu'er was thinking this, she felt a pair of hands pull back her blanket, and a fiery-hot body lay down beside her.
She wanted to reach out and push Sun Jiaming away, but her hand touched his scalding-hot chest instead.
The shameless guy was actually bare-chested. Gu'er's face flushed.
Sun Jiaming grabbed Gu'er's hand as she tried to pull it back, placed it on his waist, and then wrapped his arms around her.
"I..."
Before Gu'er could say anything, Sun Jiaming's mouth covered hers. Her mind went blank with a buzz. She no longer knew what she had wanted to say, only that she was moving with his tongue, breathing with his breath.
