She looked at Zhou Bingzhu, her expression softening: "Zhou Bingzhu, I’m such a cold and indifferent woman who doesn’t understand romance, I’m not worth you liking like this."
Zhou Bingzhu was unmoved by such words: "But I just fell in love with you."
If it was in another world, hearing such a confession from her lover, Gu Shengyin would probably feel very happy, even elated.
But she was Jiang Lan.
Faced with this heart presented before her, she could only reject it rcilessly, and ideally crush it underfoot.
She sighed and said: "Love has to be mutual, I’ve always regarded you as a stranger. Your feelings for only make increasingly repulsed by you."
Yet Zhou Bingzhu did such a thing, clearly prepared for any intense reaction.
He spoke softly: "It’s okay, you can hate . Hating is better than having no trace of in your heart."
Gu Shengyin’s expression suddenly turned cold: "You will die!"
Seeing Zhou Bingzhu’s stunned gaze lifted up to her, Gu Shengyin looked at him icily: "Being with , you will die."
She was left with no choice but to say such words.
Yet this statent seed to have the opposite effect.
Suddenly weighed down, Gu Shengyin gazed sowhat puzzledly at the man pressing down on her.
Zhou Bingzhu slowly leaned down, his teeth gently biting her earlobe.
This body was exceedingly sensitive; just a light bite made her tremble.
Zhou Bingzhu obviously felt it too.
He chuckled teasingly in Gu Shengyin’s ear: "To die on your body? That doesn’t sound bad."
At the sa ti, dressed only in loungewear, Gu Shengyin clearly felt the change in Zhou Bingzhu’s body—he was hard.
Gu Shengyin was sowhat dumbfounded; they had been discussing a serious topic just now, why did it suddenly escalate to this extent?
Then she noticed Zhou Bingzhu’s actions—he started to move down from her earlobe, licking and kissing his way down her neck.
Gu Shengyin’s whole face flushed—uncertain whether from anger or induced response by Zhou Bingzhu.
She struggled desperately, but it was useless—after having her spiritual power sealed, her strength was no more than slightly above average, not a match for Zhou Bingzhu.
This can’t go on!
Gu Shengyin attempted to keep her tone calm and said to Zhou Bingzhu: "You...stop it!"
Her voice suddenly cut off, the clasp at her chest having been undone, and Zhou Bingzhu’s kiss reached that fair patch of skin.
A tingling pleasure surged from deep within like an electric current, causing Gu Shengyin’s entire face to flush.
Zhou Bingzhu fanned the flas while softly enticing her: "Feels good, doesn’t it? Don’t think about anything, just enjoy it."
Gu Shengyin took a deep breath and suddenly raised her head, fiercely biting Zhou Bingzhu’s neck.
This bite was rciless; Gu Shengyin even tasted the salty tang of blood.
She released him, coldly looking at Zhou Bingzhu: "I warned you, don’t push , otherwise even with my spiritual power sealed, I’ll take your life!"
But after she finished speaking, there was no response from him.
Zhou Bingzhu looked at the woman beneath him: her clothes had beco disheveled in the recent actions, exposing large areas of fair, delicate skin. Her fair skin during the earlier passion was tinged with a light pink, most alluring was the trace of fresh red lingering at her pale lips.
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