He was so close, close enough for her to count his eyelashes, his scorching breath sprayed on her face, completely using his good looks to bewilder her. His voice came from a distant place, suddenly hitting her soft spot.
She would never admit it, she stiffened her neck and stammered, "Who, who fell in love with you? Stop putting gold on your face. I'd rather fall in love with a pig than with you."
Gong Ting gritted his teeth in anger; fine, she'd rather love a pig than him, huh?
Seeing the man's face darken, Xiao Yu quickly closed her eyes, hoping the problem would disappear, "I'm asleep."
"…" Gong Ting couldn't resist his itch to reach out and mess up her hair, but seeing her previously long hair, now dried and slightly curled from the bomb's blast, a sharp pain flashed through his eyes.
