Gu Qingcheng's eyes widened in surprise.
She leaned against Huo Sicheng's solid chest, looking at him with a mix of shyness and astonishment as his brilliant, fiery gaze met hers.
In Huo Sicheng's eyes, she saw his deep, passionate love for her, along with an undisguised longing.
His gaze made her face flush and her heart race, her body involuntarily becoming soft and weak, drowning in the starry light of his eyes.
"So, you locked the door on purpose," she said in a soft, sweet voice, so melodious that she couldn't believe she was capable of producing such a sound.
She hesitated for a moment, then asked Huo Sicheng meaningfully, "What would you do if I said I wasn't ready?"
Huo Sicheng, restraining and enduring his own needs for Gu Qingcheng, replied in a hoarse voice, "I would hold you and go to sleep."
Gu Qingcheng was surprised, "Just like that?"
"Yes," Huo Sicheng responded in a low, husky voice.