"Hmph," Huo Jingting's lips curled into a cold smirk. He leaned down close to her and whispered ambiguously by her ear, "Do you know what little dogs love to do the most?"
Psycho.
How would she know.
Gu Nanqiao pushed his shoulders with her hand, "Let go of me, I want to go back to the living room."
That attitude was still a clear rejection, keeping people at bay.
Huo Jingting's thin lips moved to the carotid artery in her neck, where he could almost hear the sound of her blood flowing, and gently bit down, "Little dogs love to bite people."
"..."
Her face turned red in an instant, so much that even makeup could hardly conceal it.
Gu Nanqiao felt anger mounting in her chest but couldn't express it, "Huo Jingting, have you completely forgotten our second agreement?"
"Agreement? What agreement?"
His grip tightened, even causing her some pain, perhaps fearing she would break free.