Gong Heng embraced her from behind, gently kissing her earlobe as his large hand slipped into her pajamas...
"Stop it," she pushed his hand away, but couldn't budge it, "You have injuries, how can you move!"
Gong Heng chuckled lightly, his expression carrying a teasing reservation, "This kind of thing doesn't necessarily require me to move, you could too. How about it, today I give you a chance to have your way with me, how does that sound?"
"No!" She palely refused, turned around, and looked at his face, suddenly becoming serious, "Brother, someone wants to kill me, right?"
Gong Heng withdrew his hand from her pajamas, his gaze suddenly turning frosty.
He was highly sensitive to killing intent, and at the time he could have easily avoided the bullet, but he didn't. Just like Zhuo Xiusi said, the relationship between them needed improvement, and if a bullet could change the situation, he was naturally willing.
