Gu Shiting knew Sheng Tang was just joking.
But her words, like the vines of a devil, once spoken, entangled his heart, growing fiercely and almost suffocating him.
He really wanted to trap her tightly, locking her in a dark cage as well.
However, these were all his impulsive thoughts.
When he was rational, he couldn't bear to treat Sheng Tang like that. He was already deeply mired, half of his body was out of his control, how could he bear to let Sheng Tang suffer the same pain?
He was willing to give her his life.
Sheng Tang's eyes showed a bit of panic. She gently pushed him: "Talk properly, you're pressing on my hair."
Gu Shiting quickly let go.
Sheng Tang took the opportunity to sit up and tidy her hair.
Gu Shiting, although so familiar, seemed a bit strange, as if he had grown up overnight.
The trace of boyish innocence on his face was nowhere to be found.
Sheng Tang regretted joking too much.
