He squeezed her jaw lightly, his voice low and pure. "I want you."
…
The floor was a mess. The room was in shambles. It had just ended.
The music box had fallen to the floor, and the sprig of flowers had been snapped off. The clothes on the floor were even more wrinkled, a show of the earlier heat.
At this moment, someone called. Yi Juncheng raised his eyebrows. The man's beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with desire, but he was still very calm. Why did he bring this phone back?
The phone rang once, then it rang again after the first call wasn't picked up. He picked it up.
"Hall Master." Zhou Feiyang heard that the man's breathing was a little unstable, but his hoarse voice made her heart skip a beat.
However, Zhou Feiyang was also an expert. Her tone was calm and emotionless. "I wish to apologize to you."
"Huh?"
