"Stop, stop..."
In the dim room, two figures were tangled together on the sofa.
Jiang Qingli leaned back, unable to take any more. She pressed her foot against Gu Nian's shoulder to push him away, her fingers unconsciously grasping for something at her side.
Her fingertips brushed against the curtain, and a few blinding rays of morning light spilled shakily into the room.
The scenery outside zipped past the window.
Jiang Qingli gasped, but the young man's long, slender fingers thoughtfully closed the gap, blocking any possibility of being seen.
"Shh, darling." Gu Nian crawled closer on his knees and gently placed a finger on her lips. "Someone might see us..." he whispered.
Jiang Qingli still hadn't recovered from his earlier frenzy. She braced herself with her hands behind her, taking a moment to catch her breath.
Her breathing hadn't yet steadied when she saw the fervent passion swirling in Gu Nian's eyes again.
