She was the person he was looking for – he didn't need any evidence to prove it.
"Your former lover must be crying. Chances are that she's still waiting for you somewhere."
Feng Qingtian reached for her breasts. "When I say you are her, you are. You were mine the moment I fell in love with you."
Gu Bailu tried to protect her breasts. "Let's just focus on talking, alright?"
"Sweetheart, it's getting late."
"What do you want?"
"You know what I want."
Feng Qingtian waved his hand and her clothes came off.
Hands over her breasts, Gu Bailu was lost for words.
Why was this guy taking action again?
Feng Qingtian pushed her legs open and seated her in his lap with burning eyes. "Lulu, it's been a while since we signed an agreement, but we haven't done it even once yet."
The skin contact made Gu Bailu shiver slightly.