Maybe it was just a joke to her, but in his ears, it was unconsciously taken seriously.
Gu Nanqiao locked eyes with his gloomy gaze, knowing she had touched his bottom line, softened her tone and said, "Alright, alright, I won't say it anymore, I'll never say it again."
It was just a joke, was this man really that tense about it?
Though she felt he was making a mountain out of a molehill, she still nodded obediently on the surface, acknowledging her mistake with a good attitude.
The night deepened, and the two entangled with each other for a while before finally falling asleep.
In the midst of his deepest slumber, Huo Jingting suddenly awoke from his dream, a layer of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
He lifted his head, looking into the pitch-black room, feeling even his heartbeat was a bit out of control.
Gu Nanqiao slept soundly, not noticing his slightest abnormal reaction.
