But... Gu Mochen insisted on being on top, reasoning that it would hurt less for the first time like this.
And then...
Jian Ran was bewildered.
So...
In short.
The two slept together.
They did the most intimate thing between husband and wife.
What happened to the agreement of being in name only, as if we were strangers?
What on earth is this all about?
Jian Ran inwardly cursed, realizing that now she truly was...
unsure of how to face Gu Mochen. Had their relationship, their "revolutionary friendship," evolved?
A helpless curve appeared on the corners of Jian Ran's mouth, her beautiful eyes looking towards the ceiling... the carved latticework, including the clear glass, and the azure sky entered her sight, all very aesthetic.
Jian Ran curled up the corners of her lips...
She still remembered how, last night, the moonlight and starlight unrestrainedly showered over them both, extremely aesthetic.
Italy...
Truly is such a romantic country.