I don't know how the events unfolded afterwards.
Maybe the mist made people dizzy.
Maybe it was because Wei Zhao's low voice was somewhat seductive.
Yu Tingwan was always quite bold.
Confronted with Wei Zhao's deep, bottomless eyes, she curiously reached out to touch them.
Through a layer of fabric.
Wei Zhao let out a muffled groan, his eyes changed, and he bit her lips fiercely.
A fire burned within him, hard to suppress. But he gradually became unsatisfied with just this. Fortunately, he still had a sliver of rationality.
Finally, he forcibly stopped himself.
Wei Zhao's veins bulged under his skin, his nostrils filled with the girl's fragrance, and he let out a heavy sigh.
He squeezed out a sentence.
"I deserve it."
Knowing full well that Yu Tingwan was no ordinary girl, yet still deliberately teasing her.
In the end, he was the one suffering.
Yu Tingwan: ???
Even though it's true, how could he say that about himself?
