Are You Seducing Me?

Gu Qingcheng was speechless.

What kind of joke was this?

A man who never dipped his fingers in the spring water? Could he cook?

She didn't believe him.

Huo Sicheng's mouth twitched for a long time before he spoke, "Someone sent it over."

"It was obvious," Gu Qingcheng glared at Huo Sicheng. Memories of certain things made her feel stifled, and she angrily accused him, "You dog of a man, always lying!"

Huo Sicheng: "..."

Gu Qingcheng couldn't be bothered with Huo Sicheng.

Yesterday, she was sweating profusely, feeling sticky all over, and wanted to take a bath.

Perhaps because of her weakness, as soon as she got out of bed, her legs softened, and her body couldn't help but fall down.

A pair of strong arms caught her just in time, and with a little force, she ended up sitting on Huo Sicheng's lap.

In an instant, the cold fragrance on him penetrated her heart, unknowingly soothing her inner frustration.