She was deeply worried, while he was like a wild horse that had broken free, unwilling to stop without galloping.
The night was as thick as ink, and he took her small hand, placing it on his left chest.
That was his softest spot, and closest to his heart.
After the passion, the night deepened.
Huo Jingting held her and fell asleep directly.
When Gu Nanqiao opened her eyes again, it was already the next morning.
Actually, the "battle" last night wasn't intense. Huo Jingting didn't really do anything to her, since her body was inconvenient now. He simply used her hand.
Her gaze passed through the window and looked outside; the sun had risen high, no wonder she felt a bit hungry.
"Huo Jingting."
The man did not open his eyes, his elbow resting on the edge of the bed, pressing against her body again.
Even though nothing really happened, Gu Nanqiao was still exhausted, twisting her waist to avoid him.
