The impulse to kiss him.
She held her breath, her small hand gently pressing on his shoulder, eyes slightly closed, then she tilted her neck and moved closer to his lips.
After a slight touch, a current seemed to run through her body.
Gu Nanqiao lifted a smile, like a little cat that successfully stole cream, sat back gently on his lap after the stolen kiss.
But as soon as she sat down, the smile on her face froze instantly.
She raised her eyes, filled with accusation, and bit her teeth gently, "Huo Jingting!"
If he was really asleep, then what was the heat below about?
Huo Jingting calmly opened his eyes, without a trace of guilt, his long and narrow eyes locked onto her blushing face, with obvious desire emerging between his brows.
The hand around her waist also tightened its grip.
Gu Nanqiao instinctively frowned, "It hurts... let go..."
He refused bluntly, replied in a taut voice, "No."
