Xia Yinian simply couldn't believe her own good luck.
Just now, the man who had held her tightly was sitting on the railing, staring steadily at her.
Without daring to think too much, Xia Yinian hurriedly retreated, clumsily trying to zip up the zipper on her back.
"Do you need help?" they say, a woman can't reach the zipper on her back by herself.
"Asshole! None of your business!" Xia Yinian didn't want his help at all!
Gu Beicheng's eyes twinkled with mirth; being cursed at as an asshole didn't seem to make him angry.
"Are you sure you don't need it?"
"Help yourself!" Xia Yinian's gaze inadvertently swept across his lower abdomen, and her face instantly flushed red again.
This bastard, always thinking about those wicked things!
Gu Beicheng looked down and couldn't help but let out a light laugh: "It's all thanks to you."
