Gu Nanqiao's hand tightened slightly around her glass, and the wine stuck in her throat, hard to swallow.
Huo Jingting... he certainly knew how to poke at her weakness.
At sixteen, she went to a bar with classmates after school, got drunk, and by the time she headed back, it was already the middle of the night.
When she got home, she ran into him, and under the influence of alcohol... she took the initiative to kiss him.
She didn't believe Huo Jingting had forgotten these events; his asking was merely an excuse to humiliate her.
"Such ancient history, I hardly have any impression of it in my mind..." Gu Nanqiao set down her glass and fiddled with her hair, continuing, "I've long forgotten who was the very first person I kissed—was it my dad or my mom."
As she finished speaking, she clearly saw a flash of annoyance in the narrow eyes of the man opposite her.
He stared at her coldly, his handsome face set in a tight expression.