There was no room for negotiation when it came to bringing her back to his side, even if it meant being forceful, he would not compromise.
Seven years had already passed, a regret in his life that he could never recover from.
He couldn't make up for it, so he was willing to spend the rest of his life trying to fill that regret.
Gu Nanqiao had been silent for a long time, and Huo Jingting's patience finally reached its limit.
She was lost in thought and caught off guard, suddenly grabbing the sheets and screaming.
"Xiaoqiao, answer me," Huo Jingting's tone was almost demanding, "Tell me your answer."
Sweat filled the palms of Gu Nanqiao's hands, she gasped for breath, finally grabbing his shoulders, stammering, "I… I need to think… ah…"
"What is there to think about? You are already mine anyway."
"You jerk…" Gu Nanqiao gripped his shoulders, "Who proposes in bed…"
"Isn't it more feeling in bed?" He laughed, his gaze clearly had no good intentions.
