Bai Chenyao's gaze slowly fell on Gu Tiantian's little hands tightly clutching her pants.
Gu Tiantian's hands were very small, incredibly soft and tender, crystal clear and milky, slender and beautiful.
Her nails were very short, as if they had just grown out, with faint crescent prints on them, and her fingers were a translucent white with a hint of pink, small and cute.
The intensity in Bai Chenyao's dark eyes dimmed slightly, and he lifted the corners of his lips and gave a light smile.
"Are you determined to make things difficult for yourself?"
The indifferent, cold voice was clearly sarcastic and mocking, yet it carried an indescribable threatening chill.
Her grip on the pants tightened, Gu Tiantian's face flushed red, unsure whether it was because Bai Chenyao was staring at her pants or she was just angry.
Her baby face puffed up, she glared fiercely at Bai Chenyao.
"What do you want to do?"
Actually, there was no need to ask, it was clearly unnecessary.
