Bei Ran was pressed against the cold wall, with his tall and scorching figure behind her.
When one has no way forward and no retreat behind, only in a narrow path does the brave man prevail.
Mere physical strength comparison, Bei Ran was definitely no match for this man!
If it were a battle of wits, although she didn't have much of a chance to win, she wouldn't necessarily lose it all.
Bei Ran slightly turned her head, his breath still at her ear, tickling and teasing the soft skin there into itchiness and numbness.
"Qingchen, many have made my life worse than death, but you, you are the only one who makes me ****!" She curved her lips slightly, letting him know what set him, Gu Qingchen, apart from the rest.
When Gu Qingchen was angry, he really wanted to strangle her, but when she was obedient, he couldn't help but treasure her immensely!
Bei Ran offered him a choice—to be one of the many or to be her only one?
