Just as she shook her head, Di Mingjue suddenly rolled over and pinned her down, a devilish smirk on his face as if he were a demon spreading his wings.
His wicked grin had a bit of a rogue's charm, yet it was incredibly enchanting.
"No, no, I don't like it. Stop, stop!" Gu Qibao cried out in a panic, "If you continue, I'll ignore you!"
Di Mingjue ceased his actions, swiftly grasping her jaw, his voice icy cold, "Don't push your luck, Gu Qibao."
"I'm not." Gu Qibao pouted, "I'm simply having a conversation with you, can't you chat?"
Chat? Di Mingjue's eyebrow arched. She was sharing a bed with him, suggesting s/m, and called it a simple chat? Seems more like seduction to him.
"I warn you, Gu Qibao," his face as cold as a killer's, "Stop seducing me when you're bored, or I promise you'll be bedridden for three days!"
Although he looked fierce, to Gu Qibao it somehow lacked intimidation.
Gu Qibao laughed, retorting, "Di Mingjue, you said you weren't a masochist?"
