Huo Sicheng was stunned.
Seeing Gu Qingcheng's expression, he immediately understood what she meant.
"Your little brain is full of nonsense."
"No." Gu Qingcheng shook her head gently and asked Huo Sicheng seriously, "You really don't have any special fetishes?"
Huo Sicheng replied with certainty, "No."
"You didn't even ask me what kind of fetish I was talking about." Gu Qingcheng pouted. "You answered pretty quickly."
Huo Sicheng smiled faintly. "I don't have a fetish for masochism."
"But you look like you have a masochistic fetish." Gu Qingcheng was surprised that Huo Sicheng knew what she was thinking, so she couldn't help but mumble, "When I was being willful, I hit you, but you said I was being willful and acting like a spoiled child. Have you ever seen that woman act like a spoiled child and hit someone?"
