Huo Jingting scoffed, "Why, are you afraid of me looking?"
A charming curve formed at the corners of his mouth, but that smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
Gu Nanqiao stared at him and repeated her question, "Are you going to close it or not?"
The smile on Huo Jingting's lips grew wider, and without further argument, he stretched out his hand and with a "snap," the lights suddenly went out.
From outside the window, the bleak moonlight streamed in. It was not very bright, but it also wasn't pitch-black.
Gu Nanqiao folded her arms across her chest in a somewhat defensive posture.
Huo Jingting's eyes, dark as obsidian, were deep and obscure, making it impossible for her to see through, "Continue."
She didn't speak for a long while, knowing that this was a path she had chosen herself. Once she had embarked on it, there was no turning back.
She closed her eyes, resigned to her fate.
Huo Jingting leaned in close and whispered something in her ear.
