"Nonsense!"
Gu Beihuai growled a sentence.
He was always self-disciplined and never acted recklessly.
Tang Chuxia's fingers had already slipped under his shirt, completely pressed against his belly, and were irregularly groping due to her uncontrolled movements.
"Enough!" He grabbed Tang Chuxia's wrist, ignoring her protest, directly pulled her hand out and tucked it into the blanket, wrapping Tang Chuxia like a cocoon.
He wished he could bury her and pretend today never happened.
Because he had restrained Tang Chuxia, Gu Beihuai was now close to Tang Chuxia, and they were face to face again.
Tang Chuxia couldn't move her arms or legs, but she didn't care. Instead, she tilted her head, bringing her mouth close to his ear, and blew a breath against his earlobe.
Gu Beihuai immediately turned his face to deal with her, but heard her giggles, "Brother Beihuai, don't be so sensitive. I was talking about your left hand! What were you thinking?"
