Gu Nanqiao really wanted to curse him out without restraint, but in this situation, she even found it incredibly difficult to utter a word, let alone hurl insults at someone?
Her hands, clutching his shoulders, kept applying force, and she could even feel her sharp fingernails scratching his skin.
"Xiaoqiao..." His voice was indescribably hoarse, and a thin layer of sweat appeared on his forehead, "Say you love me."
How could Gu Nanqiao listen to him? She bit her lip stubbornly, refusing to make a sound.
He grew impatient not hearing her voice, and his grip intensified, almost as if he had gone mad.
In the end, she couldn't hold back any longer and let out a hoarse yell. Her mind went blank for a moment, and as she lay on the bed, she found it as difficult to breathe as a stranded fish.
