After bustling around for a while, Gong Xiaoqiao still hadn't woken up.
Gu Hangshen poured a cup of warm water and walked over, first placing the water on the coffee table, then partly lifted Gong Xiaoqiao's body.
She was dressed in too many layers, tightly packed like a ball, and even the buttons near her neck were done up tight.
Gu Hangshen stretched out his slender fingers and began unfastening the buttons of her coat, one by one, starting from the collar.
Jinmulin charged over, roaring, "Beast, let go of that girl! What do you think you're doing to my little apprentice sister!"
Gu Hangshen finally deigned to look at him squarely, and that one glance was infused with the glint of battlefield blades, the storms of ancient times, the bloodthirst of the Jurassic...
Jinmulin swiftly recoiled, hiding behind the television.
Gu Hangshen's gaze retreated, and he helped Gong Xiaoqiao out of her coat then pulled down the zipper of her tight cotton undershirt...
