Of course, Gong Jue also itched to choke himself to death. Why was he so obsessed that he wanted to kiss these little pink and pouty lips just now?
What good was there to kiss this stupid woman.
Perhaps after kissing her, he would become stupid himself.
After pressing Gu Qiqi back into the bed heavily and stuffing her small, restless hands back under the blanket, Gong Jue got up angrily.
But the agitation in his lower body became even more unbridled.
Glaring fiercely at the little lady who looked as innocent as ever in her dreamland, Gong Jue bolted for the bathroom.
The sound of cold, flowing water rushed out of the faucet.
Finally, Gu Qiqi was awoken by this sound.
Rubbing her eyes, she vaguely remembered that she had a dream just now about giving the perverted man a beating. She felt quite invigorated.
But she quickly became alert—someone was taking a shower in the bathroom?
