Gu Qingcheng's voice was soft and sweet from drunkenness.
She was clearly scolding Huo Sicheng, but every word she said sounded extremely flirty.
Huo Sicheng held his breath. He felt the warmth of Gu Qingcheng's charm and the pain of a knife stabbing him.
He had always known that she hated him, but he felt terrible when she said it herself.
Her words made him speechless.
Gu Qingcheng looked at Huo Sicheng, who was still silent, with her sleepy eyes.
When this scumbag looked at her seriously, there was always a kind of charm that she did not know about, which made her heart tingle.
Perhaps it was the effects of the alcohol that she just grabbed his tie, uninhibited.
Then, she bit his lips hard.
Huo Sicheng grunted in pain, but his grip on Gu Qingcheng tightened, wishing he could bury her in his own body.
Gu Qingcheng was angry and resentful. She bit Huo Sicheng's lips as punishment.