"Gingg'er, let me and Bo talk alone," Ku Lo uttered to Huang Gingge, hugging him under the blanket. Visitors had arrived, so he began acting wounded and feverish.
"Fine…" She clung to him but bent after the second attempt. Yet, the agreement appeared a verbal stalling tactic as in action nothing changed.
"Thank you for your understanding Huang Gingge," Bo said with an apologetic smile while ducking his head so that it wasn't blocked by the doorframe.
"bro, just… close the door."
"Right!" Bo did so, leaving the two of them alone.
"Lo'er, do I really need to leave?" Instead of dressing to leave, Gingge hugged harder with her plump breast pressing against him. "If she's unwilling to meet you in person, why would you meet her messenger?"
Ku Lo looked at her with eyes telling her to move. "Because I wouldn't meet her in person."
"If it is so important, I'll go." Gingge got the hint, and after a few moments stepped through the door.
