Gu Xiaoer was perched on the stair railing like that, the ground that could have been her ruin lay behind her, and the menacing evil wolf before her—and she had long since forgotten her resolution to steadfastly sleep in the guest room.
Her heart was tormented, her body doubly ravaged...
Whimpering, Han Luoli, I will definitely not let you off!
Unable to help herself, she glanced back, and the height of three floors, although not very high, scared her so much that she immediately withdrew her head and hurriedly reached for the man's clothes, desperately trying to pull herself up the steps.
The bad man once again hooked up a wicked smile.
Just as the girl drew near the man, Han Luoli grabbed her leg and then scooped her into his arms.
Their lips met.
The man gloried in his mischief, tasting sweetness, like a cat that had stolen a fish, smug beyond belief.
Gu Xiaoer had no chance to resist.
"What are you two doing!"
