"Jingxin..."
Noticing Gu Jingxin's discomfort, Xie Qiyan let his pitiful, sorrowful gaze drift intensely toward him. Even just saying the two syllables of "Jingxin" made Gu Jingxin involuntarily shiver, to the point where he consciously slid his chair a little further back.
"..." This guy... where's his shame? Gu Jingxin immediately felt an overwhelming sense of disgust surrounding him. His eyes flickered with distaste as goosebumps visibly popped up all over his skin!
"Jingxin? Hmm?"
The shameless man began inching closer to Gu Jingxin. His tall, imposing figure brought with it an aura so oppressive it was almost hard to breathe.
"Fine, fine, fine, I'll write it, I'll write it." Watching Xie Qiyan's body draw nearer and feeling utterly defeated, Gu Jingxin, head lowered, disheveled and miserable, wanted nothing more than to send this guy away as quickly as possible and restore some peace and quiet to his space—now *that* would be proper.
