Having said that, he leaned closer, lowering his body.
The question felt somewhat oppressive, his gaze slowly turning wolfish, as if he were a predator that had spotted its prey.
Gu Nanqiao refused to shy away stubbornly, just staring straight at him, "Don't you know yourself whether you do or not?"
"I don't know," Huo Jingting answered without hesitation, his handsome face approaching hers, "Xiaoqiao, I really have no clue, you think I don't even look the least bit like a man."
"Huo..." She managed to say only a syllable before he swept her off her feet horizontally, the sudden sensation of being airborne making Gu Nanqiao let out an involuntary shriek, "Ah—"
Huo Jingting carried her to the bathroom, placing her on the washstand.
Last time in the bathroom, he was mindful of her comfort, afraid she would be unable to relax, even letting her face away from the mirror.
