Their breaths tangled intimately together, and only after a long while did Gong Ting finally let her go, panting. He pressed his forehead to hers, breathing a little heavily. "Do you like it when I kiss you?"
His scorching breath sprayed across her face, carrying a faint fruity scent. Xiao Yu felt as if an electric current shot through her whole body, every nerve going numb. She shyly lowered her eyelids. "Gong Ting, I'm a patient. You're bullying a patient."
Gong Ting's fingertips gently rubbed her slightly swollen lips. That trace of unwillingness in his heart slowly faded. She was his woman now—her first kiss, her first night were all his. What was there left for him to feel bitter about?
Fu Zhengci got her first love, he got her first kiss and first night, and from now on he would have her. If you think about it, he still came out on top, didn't he?
Even if she still loved Fu Zhengci in her heart, he was confident he could drive Fu Zhengci out of it.
