Both of them have memories of countless worlds. Occasionally, Gu Shengyin would use some modern terms, but Ji Yu didn't mind at all.
Besides, at times like this, who cares what kind of world you're using to speak?
Ji Yu placed his hands on Gu Shengyin's collarbone, his index finger gently sliding down.
With the movement of his fingertips, Gu Shengyin's scantily clad dudou began to rip apart inch by inch, revealing a large expanse of her concealed, snowy-white skin.
Gu Shengyin let out a soft gasp, unable to bear it.
She was already aroused.
At this moment, what she needed most was this man, using himself to satisfy her fiercely.
Instead of this flirtatious teasing.
Unable to resist, she curled up a leg and gently brushed against him, the hidden meaning of her action clearer than ever.
But Ji Yu ignored her, and instead lightly tapped her leg, signaling her not to make a fuss.
Gu Shengyin: "..."
