"If it wasn't for your pressure, would Gong Zhiming have threatened me into marrying you?" In a moment of impulse, Gong Xiaoqiao blurted out.
"Gong Zhiming threatened you?" Gu Hangshen thought of something and suddenly let out a cold laugh, "You think it was me who did it?"
Gong Xiaoqiao: "If not you, then who else could it be!"
"Gong Xiaoqiao…" Gu Hangshen gritted his teeth and glared at her, gripping her wrist and pulling her to him.
"What do you want to do?" Gong Xiaoqiao looked at him warily.
Gu Hangshen: "What do I want to do? What could I do to you? Gong Xiaoqiao, do you really think I'm impervious to weapons, cold-blooded, ruthless, and inhuman?"
"That's what you said…" Gong Xiaoqiao said, looking confused.
Gu Hangshen released her hand powerlessly, his eyes full of repressed sorrow and fatigue.
"Xiaoqiao, I can be hurt too… Have you never thought that I could get hurt as well?" Gu Hangshen muttered to himself.
