"Let's go back to the bedroom,"
he said as he turned and headed to the bedroom.
Gu Nanqiao was a bit dumbfounded. Was that it?
Still puzzled, she followed him, and they entered the bedroom one after another, with Huo Jingting closing the door behind them.
Her confusion didn't fade, and she didn't understand why he had suddenly stopped. He didn't seem to restrain himself when they were working, and now that they didn't have to work tomorrow, he suddenly knew how to hold back?
Fog gathered slowly in her eyes, and finally, acting on an impulse she didn't quite understand, she stretched out her hand, hooked it around his neck, and initiated a kiss.
A turbulent desire welled up in Huo Jingting's eyes. He couldn't even handle a little tease from her, let alone her active seduction.
He suppressed his slightly disordered breath and, with a large hand, gently pushed her away, "Xiaoqiao, stop messing around..."
