Lai Yang's head was spinning, rendering her unable to think. She couldn't respond to Gu Langjun's words, only managing to call out to him softly, "Brother Gu..." Her voice was light and soft, filled with affection.
Gu Langjun had heard such a tone before. Many women he had been with, including his ex-wife, used to call his name like that when the night was quiet and they were alone, but his heart had always remained as tranquil as an ancient well, unperturbed.
This time, however, the call from this young girl made his heart itch, and the warm, fragrant softness in his arms stirred some impulsive thoughts.
He lifted his hand to grasp Lai Yang's chin, the skin beneath his fingers smooth and warm. With a slight tug, Lai Yang had to look up into his eyes. In the darkness, the man's face was serene, his eyes pitch-black.
