"No need." Dong Xin Yan flatly refused, her dark eyes staring intently at Gu Ningyi, her small face taut. "I don't have that much time to waste with you. You threatened me to come here, what exactly do you want?"
"Threatened?"
Gu Ningyi repeated the word softly, as if finding it amusing. He sat up straight, his dark eyes looking at her, a faint smile on his handsome face, and his voice full of teasing. "Is this a threat? It's clearly the truth; we... were indeed very intimate together."
The word "intimate" was spoken deliberately low, his voice deep and magnetic, resonating like a bass in her ears, making her heart uncontrollably tingle.
Dong Xin Yan's fair cheeks suddenly flushed, not from shyness but from sheer anger.
Those three months were the most shameful, the time she least wanted to recall in her life. She had locked them deep in her memory, unwilling to touch them, yet Gu Ningyi had forcefully dug them out.
