Gu Nanqiao stared ahead, the complete scene reflected in the mirror before her eyes.
Her small hand clenched repeatedly, for a moment she regretted it, dared not look anymore, and thought about conceding.
But the game had already begun, and Huo Jingting wouldn't give her a chance to back out.
She was shy after all, and when she saw everything clearly, she screamed in a suppressed voice, and her hands instinctively covered her eyes.
Huo Jingting finally couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Gu Nanqiao, is this your 'not being timid'?"
"..."
"Well, I see, you do have quite the courage."
"You scoundrel!" She cursed with her eyes covered, then turned around, ready to jump off the washstand.
She took back her earlier words—she indeed was timid, lacking the courage to do it in front of the mirror with him, and certainly not possessing his thick skin.
But as soon as she jumped down, she was lifted up by Huo Jingting once again.
