Mu Mian's eyes brimmed with tears as she bit her lip and looked at him with grievance.
Gong Heng was moved by the sight of her biting her lip, her face expressing a pitiful struggle between crying and not crying; he immediately felt a sudden warmth in his lower abdomen and cursed silently in his heart. She had just been sick—now was not the time to be intimate with her in bed.
Helplessly stroking her long hair, he held her in his embrace, and the two of them nestled on the couch together. Her entire being lay in his expansive hold as if a vast net had trapped her everywhere and anywhere.
"Mianmian, be good, don't do things I don't like anymore, I'm losing control over myself more and more…"
Gong Heng had already clearly realized that he was becoming more bloodthirsty, more terrifying.
After experiencing Xue Ye, he was no longer sure of himself; his confidence had long since vanished.