Gu Jingxing entered the room. Before he even turned on the lights, he saw the neon signs flickering beyond the massive floor-to-ceiling windows.
Last time, from a different angle, he had watched that neon light scatter across Qiao An’s shoulders, her chest, and her abdomen, making her look like a lonely siren of the deep night, treating him like a jagged rock she could scale at will.
Whether it was the medication or instinct, Gu Jingxing always felt that he had heard the most seductive song that night—a melody that successfully pulled him into a deep, consuming ocean of desire.
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