He fell into deeper silence.
Gu Nanqiao grabbed his collar and pulled him closer, "Huo Jingting, don't tell me you were really faking it."
He couldn't hide the guilt on his face, yet stubbornly retorted, "Why would I pretend? That's just nonsense."
"Exactly." She laughed coldly, "Everything was just too coincidental, that's all."
At that moment, she didn't suspect a thing.
Perhaps because she was too anxious, she also abandoned her reason.
Now that she was gradually regaining clarity, thinking back, it seemed there were many things that didn't add up.
Huo Jingting's hand covered her waist, gently rubbing it.
Gu Nanqiao felt a bit ticklish, her body involuntarily retreating, as the man's deep voice carried an alluring temptation, "Give it to me."
As his words fell, before she could even respond, he pressed her down.
