"Brat, do you really not know how to talk, or are you trying to provoke me?"
In the darkness, Jiang Qiong's voice arose with a bit of teeth grinding, but her hand did not grip Gu An too hard; it was more of a warning.
Gu An was definitely ruining the mood on purpose. He feigned a cough and started to ask Jiang Qiong what she wanted to do when the apocalypse was over.
Jiang Qiong fell silent and stopped moving her hands and feet as she seriously considered this question.
In truth, she had always been unclear about what she wanted to do. She had done many things to become stronger, but when the world-ending disaster came, she felt her actions were meaningless.
Gu An didn't disturb her, allowing her to think.
Yet, as the silence settled, his mind wandered.
Pinned down by Jiang Qiong, Gu An could feel every part of her front. How could he remain calm?
