Wanxia felt like she was burning up again, the man's gaze constantly drifting to her chest, as if she were naked.
His words and gaze were not what a gentleman should have, yet his roguish charm didn't cross into the realm of 'vulgar'.
Wanxia didn't say a word, but the pillow by her hand was already thrown.
Gu Shaozhi reacted swiftly, handsomely catching the pillow thrown at him and casually tossing it back to the end of the bed.
The curve at the corner of his lips became more pronounced, his voice deep and lazy, "Though I might want to do something, I'm not despicable enough to take advantage of someone. If you really don't trust me, just lock the door."
Wanxia, "..."
After a brief moment of thought, she decided to treat him like air.
