In the bathroom, the atmosphere was intensely intimate.
Lin Fan sat on the toilet, his hands wrapped around Chen Jiayi's waist, continuously swaying her.
The sensation of the Iron Pestle stirring the Abyss made her breathe heavily.
"Are you sure tonight… you really want… to take me to see… Guo Baoming… You should know… his obsession with me runs deep… Aren't you afraid he'll turn against you?"
Chen Jiayi grabbed her own hair with her hand, looking dazedly at Lin Fan.
"I want him to turn against us because when a person is completely powerless, they will utterly submit, and what I want is his desperate cries. The seeds Hou Changyao planted must be completely eradicated by me!"
Lin Fan grabbed Chen Jiayi's chin and said, "Why? Don't you trust me? Afraid I can't handle Guo Baoming?"
"What do I have to worry about? Anyway, I'm your woman now."
