The man's eyes were filled with seriousness, showing not a trace of jest.
Gu Nanqiao feared that he might go to extremes without any boundaries if she refused him again; he might actually do what he threatened.
After much thought, it seemed she had become the one being threatened and controlled.
From the moment he had kept her in this room, she seemed to have been completely dominated by him.
Huo Jingting wrapped his left hand around the side of her face, cradled her nape, and brought her toward him, gently kissing her lips.
Gu Nanqiao clenched her teeth, her expression revealing neither resistance nor anything else.
His forehead rested against hers, his voice tender but filled with longing, "Xiaoqiao, you have to give me a chance to make amends."
The firmness with which he had left that year was his most powerless necessity, but now, no longer fearing those external factors, he was eager to reconcile with her.