Huo Jingting stretched out his hand and pulled her from Fu Lingfeng's grasp into his arms.
Gu Nanqiao struggled crazily, but his embrace was tight, as if he wished to embed her into his bones, giving her no chance to break free.
The more she resisted, the tighter he held her.
Eventually, she stopped struggling and quietly leaned against him, softly asking, "Have you yelled enough?"
Huo Jingting's voice was hoarse, "What?"
"Yelling at me, have you done enough?" A smile lifted the corners of her mouth, yet it carried an inexplicable desolation, "Do you still want to recount every detail of what we did in bed?"
Huo Jingting was startled, loosening his grip slightly.
Taking the opportunity, Gu Nanqiao broke free, her expression cold and emotionless as she turned and walked towards the house, "If you've yelled enough, just leave. I want to be alone."
