"Xiaoqiao, that's too dangerous. Don't be so reckless in the future," Qin Yao was still somewhat shaken.
"Mind your own business, even Gu Hangshen can't control me..." Gong Xiaoqiao muttered as she folded her clothes.
Her quiet grumbling still reached his ears, and Gu Hangshen's brows rose slightly.
Although the words sounded strange, they were strangely comforting.
He automatically interpreted it to mean that she belonged to him, and the only person who could control her was himself.
Gu Xiaorou seemed to completely misunderstand Gong Xiaoqiao's repulsion and hatred, still hovering around her.
"Xiaoqiao, should these books be placed in this bag?"
"Don't touch them, I'll sort it out myself." Gong Xiaoqiao strained to suppress the fiery Jurassic dinosaur inside her.
"Huh? What are these?" asked Gu Xiaorou curiously, picking up a card tied with a pink bow, which looked neither like a greeting card nor a letter, very strange.
