Suddenly feeling a chilling wind behind her, Gu Qingxin turned around and saw Beiming Han standing at the door of the cloakroom, wearing a sullen expression. She was so startled that her legs went weak...
"Were you cursing me?" Beiming Han glared at her coldly.
"Of course not!"
Gu Qingxin hurriedly denied. After spending some time together, she had figured out Beiming Han's temper, a man who prefers gentleness to harshness.
If not for her terrible mood, she would not have enraged him.
Now, if she dares to challenge him, he probably would drag her back and harshly punish her again.
Beiming Han stepped swiftly towards her, Gu Qingxin immediately picked up a piece of clothing to shield herself, but Beiming Han's long arm stretched out, grabbed one of her arms, and turned her around to pin her against the wardrobe...
Gu Qingxin, "..."
Does this man even know what it means to have a gentleman's restraint?!
