Gu Yan was made dizzy by his kiss, clinging tightly to his body to prevent herself from falling.
The faint cool scent mixed with alcohol from Tang Yuxiu's body wafted into Gu Yan's senses, making her feel like she was getting drunk too, her mind wandering. A fire was burning wildly inside her, and only the person she was tightly holding could calm it.
She had no intention of refusing at all; it seemed this was how they should always be.
Intimately intertwined.
Tang Yuxiu…
Gu Yan silently called out his name in her heart, as if to shout out everything she had forgotten.
It was as if blurry memories in her mind were gradually taking shape, yet she didn't have the mind to recall them carefully, only wishing to find satisfaction with him.
His breathing was heavy, and hers was equally unsteady.
The apartment was dark, not even the door was closed. The two of them were wrapped around each other like conjoined twins, as if nothing could tear them apart.
However…
