Gu Ting's cold fingers pressed on Yun Xi's red lips.
"Such bright red lips are really on par with a vintage red wine like mine. I wonder if such lips are like red wine?"
After saying this, Gu Ting did not do anything else. He kept stroking these two red lips with his index finger.
Yun Xi's heart had been hanging by a thread.
"Your hands are so cold. I think there must be something wrong with your body."
Yun Xi said these words recklessly, but it was true that this man's cold fingers kept pressing on her lips, making her feel uncomfortable.
'There must be something wrong with your body.' These words made Gu Ting's eyes change. His amber eyes narrowed into a straight line. Like a cheetah, he exuded a dangerous aura.
"What did you say?!"
These few words traveled into Yun Xi's ears. Yun Xi felt a chill on her back. It was even colder than this man's fingers.
