C269 He Was a Hooligan

Gu Chi ended a deep kiss and gently guided Qiao Mo’s hand downward.

The moment she touched him, Qiao Mo’s hand sprang back like a coil.

“My head hurts so much, it feels like there's a drill inside. Maybe if you touch it, the pain will go away. It’s called distraction therapy.”

Qiao Mo’s hand was left feeling slick. She stumbled into the bathroom in the dark, washed her hands thoroughly