Gu Jingchen's lips curved slightly, followed by a bitter smile as he shook his head. Wanting her was one thing, but even if presented with the chance, he still wouldn't go for it. For so many years, he had cherished the little woman he loved to the core, holding her close at all times. If she didn't want something, there was no room for force. What he desired was her wholehearted willingness.
Thinking of this, Gu Jingchen lazily took another drag on his cigarette. His movements were relaxed, almost devilishly charming, as the sharp, chiseled features of his face softened, becoming increasingly indulgent and full of affection.
Time passed little by little, and it was nearing midnight. The group of brothers continued to silently drink, smoke, and occasionally glance at Xie Qiyan.
