".. Wanwan."
Gu Shimo pulled her into his arms.
Ye Qingwan leaned against his chest and pushed him hard.
Her strength was very light.
It didn't seem like he was chasing her away, but more like he was welcoming her back.
Wanwan, don't talk."
Gu Shimo's hand lingered on her body. A tiny electric current was streaked across the place where his fingertip passed.
Ye Qingwan tensed up and her voice softened uncontrollably.
"Brother Shi Mo!"
Ye Qingwan was as soft as a puddle of spring water in his arms.
Gu Shimo's fingers moved down and finally stopped at her lower abdomen.
It was hovering near the scar.
Ye Qingwan suddenly woke up and tried to break free from his arms.
That scar was not pretty, it was even ugly.
When Ye Qingwan was intimate with him, she would always cover her scar, intentionally or unintentionally.
She just didn't want him to see this ugly scar.
At this moment, Gu Shimo's fingertips stopped on her scar.