Before Bei Ran and Tang Baijin's call was over, Gu Qingchen pressed up against her again from behind.
Just a moment ago, the man had indulged her; she said she had a headache, and he massaged her.
Yet the moment he heard her lively conversation on the phone, it seemed to come alive!
Feeling his hot and towering frame, Bei Ran trembled slightly, then hung up the phone with one hand.
When the cell phone slipped to the ground, deep as the Aegean Sea, Gu Qingchen's eyes changed as he saw those three characters.
His eyes were like the ocean beneath the clear blue sky: calm on the surface but hiding unknown, tumultuous dangers.
Bei Ran turned slightly to the side, "I need to go to work now!"
"Quit your job," Gu Qingchen's voice seemed calm, but it hid untold dangers.
Bei Ran's eyes widened; her apricot-shaped eyes were already large and beautiful, now tinged with morning light, they resembled the most splendid Lake Baikal under the golden sun.
