The man lying on the sofa was wrapped in leisurely ease, yet also exuded an air of regal authority.
Xia Yinian didn't know what was wrong with her, but when the color of his eyes deepened, she panicked and hurried over.
As she almost reached the sofa, she suddenly came to her senses and quickly wanted to retreat.
Why should she obey whatever he says, so obediently? Is there a reward for it?
She wanted to leave, but, it was already too late.
Her wrist tightened, and the man on the sofa caught her with his large hand.
"Uncle, I really made an appointment with someone."
"Then let him come up too; I don't mind having an audience."
Gu Beicheng's voice was lazy. Not minding an audience? Watching what?
With a light tug, Xia Yinian was immediately pulled over, collapsing limply onto him.
The man's chest muscles were rock solid, causing pain to her delicate body.
Xia Yinian frowned, propping herself up on his chest with both hands, and tried to push herself up: "Uncle..."
