Her mouth, the tip of her nose, all were filled with his unique icy aroma, along with a faint tang of alcohol.
He had been drinking?
No wonder!
With all her might, Xia Yangyang pushed Gu Qichen away, shouting, "Gu Qichen, what the hell is wrong with you?"
Gu Qichen stepped back, touching the corner of his mouth where Xia Yangyang had bitten when she resisted.
A mark of blood appeared on his lips.
Gu Qichen stepped back another step, his expression turning even darker.
Xia Yangyang stared at him on guard like a cat, her chest heaving continuously.
Xia Yangyang watched the man in front of her, her anger gradually subsiding into silence.
Gu Qichen seemed to revert back to his usual aloof and unworldly persona.
His voice was as icy as ever, "Xia Yangyang, do you believe that I can make Chen Yu fall from his pedestal?"
Xia Yangyang felt a chill in her heart, "Gu Qichen, what are you trying to do?"