Finally, he had her on his lap, his voice resonating mountainous and riverine emotions, "Tell me, where did you run off to? If your answer doesn't please me, be careful of your butt."
His large hand resting on her raised buttocks, as if at any moment he would deliver a smack.
In a panic, Chenxing protested, "No...don't...I asked someone to prepare a tent. I had no idea it would delay us this long. I'm so sorry."
"A tent?"
Gu Shaocheng hoisted her up and with a raised eyebrow asked, "What for?"
With a flustered and pounding heart, Chenching, utterly unable to play the part of a provocative siren, pointed to the freshly laid heart-shaped lawn, "Could we sleep here tonight? It's so beautiful ..."
Her face, bit by bit, turning as crimson as rouge.
Continuing in her shy manner, "I asked the butler to find a tent suitable for outdoor lodging. Can't we sleep here tonight, Gu Shaocheng? Do you think this would be a nice way to celebrate our 500-day anniversary?"
