She roared in embarrassment and anger, "Let go of me!"
"Behave," Huo Jingting's expression was dark as ink, "I finally caught you, do you think I'd let go easily?"
His words were utterly sober, without a hint of drunkenness.
Gu Nanqiao narrowed her eyes, belatedly realizing, "Huo Jingting, you didn't drink too much, did you?"
"I did drink," Huo Jingting paused silently, then revealed a smile, "but I'm not drunk."
Gu Nanqiao: "..."
She pursed her thin lips, feeling as if ten thousand furious horses were storming through her heart.
She was ill, had run to the bar in the middle of the night to pick him up, then brought him home, and took such painstaking care of him, only for him to say he wasn't drunk?
"Let go, don't touch me!" Gu Nanqiao's anger spread thinly, her fingernails forcefully digging into the back of his hand, immediately leaving a bloody mark.
Huo Jingting endured the pain without a sound, forcefully turned her body, and pinned her beneath him.
