14 Who Do You Think Is More Interesting to Look At?

Gu Haoting drove while Huo Weiwu gazed at his profile.

The setting sun had dyed the entire sky red, and the light fell across his sharp, handsome face, making him look breathtakingly handsome.

Even if Gu Haoting lacked his superior background status, he could depend on his face for a living. There would certainly be countless women willing to fund him and even die for him.

He had been the most beautiful man in the military over the past 15 years; however, his resolute, powerful style was so domineering that no one dared to comment on his appearance. Everyone was convinced by his powerful aura.

She had never imagined she would ever marry him—the man she feared the most.

Gu Haoting glanced coldly at Huo Weiwu.

Their eyes met.

Huo Weiwu grew rigid as she was slightly startled.

"I'll grant you permission to stare at me," said Gu Haoting in a high-and-mighty voice as though he was the monarch. With that, he turned back to face the front.

"Heh," Huo Weiwu chuckled. She turned her head and looked out the window instead. "There's nothing interesting to look at," she muttered lazily.

A sharp glint flashed in Gu Haoting's eyes as his lips pursed into a thin, straight line. In a mocking tone, he asked, "Then, who do you think is interesting to look at?"

"Him," Huo Weiwu said casually while pointing at a poster of Xing Zun.

Gu Haoting glimpsed at the poster and replied coldly, "Not only do you have bad eyesight, you have terrible taste, too."

Gu Haoting sighed in relief, thinking that he was right in insulting her taste.

She had always thought that Gu Haoting was an ascetic man—cold and domineering. His iciness could be felt upon nearing him, and it was the kind that penetrated deeply into her bones. He seemed like a man who was forever superior and disregarded everyone else.

"However, earlier in the car..." Huo Weiwu's face flushed at the thought of it.

Gu Haoting was filled to the brim with mystery, maturity, dominance, brashness, and passion.

He had even managed to help her achieve an orgasm just by casually touching her.

Huo Weiwu hurriedly tucked her hair behind her ear and continued gazing out the window with her hand supporting her forehead.

When Gu Haoting caught sight of her blush, he grew even colder and instantly made a phone call. "Change the poster of Xing Zun at May Square," he ordered the person on the other end.

After three seconds lapsed, he continued. "Change it to a photo of him without makeup and before Photoshop."

Huo Weiwu was again speechless.

Gu Haoting's ruthlessness was not like that of anyone else—He was unrivaled.

"It's better if I avoid deriving pleasure from Xing Zun's misfortune first," she thought. "If Gu Haoting finds out that I'm a backup for the film, my extreme joy will undoubtedly turn to sorrow."

"Gu Haoting, I want to go to the bathroom," said Huo Weiwu after some contemplation.

"Bear with it," Gu Haoting commanded tyrannically.

"I don't have a penis, and it's not possible for me to hold it in for so long. Hurry up and find an exit... There should be a toilet around here," grumbled Huo Weiwu as she stretched her neck looking out the window.

Her eyeballs never stopped moving. When the time came, she would find a chance to flee.

Afraid that Gu Haoting would discover her intentions, though, she finally settled on staring directly at him. His figure was reflected in her eyes.

He seemed to be inside her world at this instant.

Gu Haoting retracted his cold gaze and stopped the car abruptly. He whipped out his phone and laid down a command. "All the other vehicles should take me as the center point. Spread out within a 1,500-foot distance and block all the roads. I want all the soldiers to get out of the vehicles and turn their backs to me. No one is allowed to look back."

Huo Weiwu watched as the cars that had initially been trailing them sped up and overtook them. Some retreated instead, but everything was achieved in a smooth, precise manner.

"What are you looking at? Don't you need to go to the toilet?" asked Gu Haoting coldly.

Huo Weiwu's back stiffened as she asked incredulously, "Don't tell me you want me to do it on the highway?"