Gu Shaocheng's eyes subconsciously darted around the room. Even though he was well aware that there was no one else in the room, the notion of being naughty made him feel a twinge of guilt. He lowered his head once more, gently pinching her chin, speaking in an enticing tone: "Yet, there's a chance that it might bite you."
"Ah? What should I do then?"
Imagining various provocative scenes, Gu Shaocheng's face flushed red. Whispering into her ear, his voice low and husky, he said, "Actually, if you don't want to be bitten, you can strike first... bite it first, my wife... try it, bite it first... then it won't be able to bite you... "
As he spoke, his excitement visibly grew, his heartbeat accelerating.
Under ordinary circumstances, the reserved Chenxing would certainly push him away, she wouldn't let herself go.
