But this time, no matter what he did, Gu Nanqiao always appeared completely unmoved.
After a long while, she slowly opened her eyes, her icy gaze piercing his heart like a sharp knife, "Satisfied now? Four years ago, this is how you felt, right?"
"..."
Huo Jingting listened to her sarcastic words, feeling the warmth in his heart gradually growing colder.
These words were undoubtedly the most hurtful to him.
Gu Nanqiao pulled her hand away from his palm, pushed him aside, and then sat up to pick up her clothes and put them on.
Once dressed, she didn't go to the bathroom but lay back down on the bed.
Huo Jingting's gaze swept over her face, stung by her indifferent expression, "Should I carry you to take a shower?"
He knew her habits, she disliked sleeping right after unless she was extremely tired.
Gu Nanqiao lay on the bed, turned her back to him, her tone neither cold nor warm, "No need, anyway, it's been dirty for more than a day or two."
