Luo Qingli shrunk her neck, "Uncle, did I say something I shouldn't have last night?"
Gu Yuying's eyes held a hint of devilish charm as he replied mischievously, "How could that be! I think everything you said, Qingqing, was appropriate. Qingqing, you were quite different last night!"
"Uncle, if you want to talk, talk, but don't stand so close. I haven't brushed my teeth; I have bad breath." Luo Qingli, scared yet hesitant to say it, made up an excuse.
"That's okay, I don't mind." Gu Yuying gradually drew closer to Luo Qingli, backed her against the wall, there was no way to retreat. His one hand pressed on the wall, "Qingqing, do you want me to help you reminiscence? I'm quite willing to consider your suggestion from last night!"
"Suggestion?" What suggestion? What on earth did she do last night!
"Have you really forgotten?" His tongue slid past Luo Qingli's earlobe, Gu Yuying's behavior was extremely tantalizing.
