Meanwhile, his hands didn't forget to lift her nightgown.
The action could only be described as impatient.
Gu Nanqiao's shoulders swung from side to side, but she didn't resist violently.
Their breath became increasingly erratic.
Huo Jingting wrapped his arms tightly around her, a fierce glint flashing in his narrow eyes, "If someone dares to gossip behind your back, I will have their mouth stitched shut. Would that be okay?"
Gu Nanqiao didn't know how much truth or falsehood lay in his words, but it seemed that women by nature could not resist tender lies.
Moreover, he had never deceived her.
Trapped between his chest and the headboard, unable to escape, she gasped unevenly a few times, but her heart fluttered with sweetness because of his words.
Gu Nanqiao bit her lip tightly, then relaxed it after a moment, "But what if a lot of people are talking..."
"One person talks, I'll stitch one. Two talk, I'll stitch a pair."
