"Senior Sister, you're in such a rush. Are you worried about me?"
Gu Changqing pulled Han Yue back with a single fluid motion, wrapping an arm around her slender waist as he smiled and asked.
Han Yue possessed a graceful, curvaceous figure. Her dazzling silver hair shimmered with a metallic, luminous gloss, and her lean, exquisite face was flushed with the delicate pink of a woman who had just known a man for the first time. She looked like a flower bud just beginning to bloom—exquisite and strikingly beautiful, a sight that commanded absolute attention.
Chapter 180