Just as she was about to say something, Gu Xuanye suddenly said in a husky voice, "You're not my tool, I am."
Mo Qiansu: "...?!!!"
"I wait for you 24 hours a day."
"...!!!"
"Do you want to use the tool now?" Gu Xuanye's voice was particularly husky and sexy.
"..." Mo Qiansu swallowed her saliva, vehemently declining, "No, I don't!"
"I provide excellent service, my skills are up to par, quality guaranteed, why not use me?" Gu Xuanye wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, earnestly marketing himself, "Susu, I promise you'll be satisfied."
Mo Qiansu's cheeks blushed, her lips desperately holding back a smile.
The last time the two quarreled, Mo Qiansu accused him of only wanting her as his girlfriend to vent his frustrations on her like a tool.
These past few days, to prove he wasn't that kind of person, not only did Gu Xuanye refrain from touching her despite his desires, but he also made himself completely subservient as her tool.
