Gu Qingxin was pulled into the dance floor by Ming Shang. With a firm grasp, he pulled her towards him, his large hand gently resting on her waist.
"Ming Shang, what exactly are you trying to do? We only filmed an advertisement together, I didn't agree to you pursuing me." Gu Qingxin glared at him frustratedly. Now it was just the two of them and she could finally speak her mind.
"Yes, we filmed an ad, we kissed, and I even saw you wet…" Ming Shang said as he held her and danced back and forth.
"You! That wasn't a kiss, that was mouth-to-mouth resuscitation!" Gu Qingxin was exasperated. Sometimes, Ming Shang really could act like a child who refused to listen to reason.
"Isn't mouth-to-mouth resuscitation done with your mouth? What's the difference?"
"…"
"You really are shameless." Gu Qingxin worriedly scanned around for Beiming Han.
"I've found out." Ming Shang suddenly said.
"Found out what?" Gu Qingxin couldn't find Beiming Han and turned back to look at him.
