After a long while, she murmured, "We've already divorced."
She found it laughable even herself. They had divorced, yet she climbed into his bed again.
Gu Chaohan was pressing half his body against hers, "I still have the agreement; I haven't gone through the formalities yet."
His thin lips brushed against her ear, his voice deep and commanding, "As long as you can cut ties with Shen Chizheng, I can let bygones be bygones."
As he spoke, his warm hand fell onto her skin, wandering repeatedly, not pulling away for a long time.
Su Yan reached out her hand, but before she could push him away, he held her hand down, "I've touched where I should, and where I shouldn't too. What, now you want to avoid?"
Forget it.
Knowing that resisting was futile, she sighed softly, feeling powerless, and withdrew her hand.
There was indeed nothing to hide from.
They had been married for so long; her body had been touched by him countless times.
