"What are you doing?!" A cold male voice sounded in the darkness.
Fucking hell!
Is this the rhythm of a horror movie?! Scared the hell out of me!
Qiao Xiguan took a deep breath, struggling to control her suddenly racing heartbeat, and after quite a while, she spoke, "I'm applying massage oil on you, your mom told me to."
"I don't need it!" Gu Zichen snapped fiercely.
Even in the darkness, Qiao Xiguan felt she could see the piercing and intimidating gleam in Gu Zichen's dark eyes, a gleam that, in some careless moments, even carried a strong sense of suffocation.
"Maybe you do need it?" Qiao Xiguan hooked the corner of her mouth, shamelessly persistent.
"I don't need it!" Gu Zichen roared, "Qiao Xiguan, how many times do I have to tell you!"
Qiao Xiguan felt quite capable, to be able to annoy Gu Zichen, the millennium iceberg man, into such a state.
But what to do?
The more irritated he looked, the more satisfying it felt for her.
