Blood poured out of Feng Qingtian's chest and flowed down his stomach and into his pants.
Ruthlessness flashed in Feng Qingtian's eyes.
Gu Bailu realized that this wasn't good.
"You…"
Was he out of his mind? He was throwing away his life just to satisfy his desire?
"Gu Bailu, remember: Whatever I want, I'll have it in the end. I don't have much patience."
Gu Bailu loosened her grip. The amount of blood in her hand was astounding.
However, Feng Qingtian didn't react. His eyes were still dangerous and bottomless, as if they could swallow her whole.
Gu Bailu was dumbfounded. What should she do?
Should she give the hairpin another push and kill him, or should she let him continue?
Feng Qingtian, however, didn't give her time to think. He kissed her lips rudely and aggressively.
Gu Bailu wondered if he was going to die on top of her.