Misunderstanding

As he spoke, his breath brushed against her exposed nape, sending shivers down Gu Qingluan's spine.

Her body instantly tensed.

She was both flustered and angry.

"You... doing this will lead to misunderstanding."

Who hides in the living room and closes the door in broad daylight? Anyone who doesn't know might think they're doing something suspicious.

Feng Tianlan raised an eyebrow.

"Didn't you say you don't want to be seen?"

Gu Qingluan didn't want to talk to him in this position.

This guy was really audacious today.

She stomped on his foot forcefully and a silver gleam flashed in her hand as she aimed for his hand.

Feng Tianlan's foot got caught by her stomp, and his hand grabbed hers in advance.

"Using this move again?"

He raised an eyebrow, squinting at the silver needle she held.

Gu Qingluan felt no guilt about getting caught.

Did he think she would actually use the needle to prick him?