If he continued to question her like this, she was really about to give in.
"Alright, I won't ask anymore…" Huo Jingting followed her wishes, his voice already growing increasingly hoarse as his thin lips tirelessly caressed hers, "Xiaoqiao, let's do it."
He was so blunt, utterly unaware of subtlety, and Gu Nanqiao couldn't help blushing.
As their eyes locked, she felt as if there were dark whirlpools in the depths of his eyes, beckoning her to sink deeper and deeper.
Gu Nanqiao had to admit that she was indeed tempted, "You… My foot is injured, stop messing around."
She couldn't voice a direct refusal, so she grasped at a random excuse instead.
Huo Jingting didn't take her words as a rejection at all, his eyes twinkling with amusement, "It's fine, as long as your legs can spread."
"Go to hell!" Her small hand clenched and thumped on his shoulder, What kind of thing was he saying?
