Chapter 3: The Fate of Cannon Fodder
"It's nothing, I was just hurt by your pressure, yes, you're so heavy that it hurt me!" Gu Fuqiao said while gasping for air.
After all, the most tender part of her body was rubbed raw; it's impossible not to feel pain.
Not to mention that with that recent movement, she probably tore the injured area a bit more.
Although Gu Fuqiao tried to deny it, her small gasping action couldn't escape Yan Zhen Guo's sharp eyes.
Yan Zhen Guo placed her slender legs directly on his strong thighs.
"Don't!" Gu Fuqiao knew this man was likely planning to use his hands directly, but she, who hadn't even held a man's hand, exposing herself like this...
She didn't have the nerve to go through with it.
"Don't?" Yan Zhen Guo looked at Gu Fuqiao's lips, bitten and marked, and said somewhat rudely, "Then who was gasping just now?"
"Gasping?" Gu Fuqiao noticed the open disdain in Yan Zhen Guo's eyes and scoffed, "Who was gasping, who was gasping!"
Though she was still in pain, one can't lose face, and moreover, Gu Fuqiao had never been looked down upon like this before.
"Is that so?" Yan Zhen Guo asked nonchalantly, lowering his head as his hand, calloused from years of holding a gun, gripped Gu Fuqiao's delicate ankle, poised to lift it.