Tang Chuxia faltered under Gu Beihuai's scrutinizing gaze.
"Could it be that you don't want to marry me?" she tentatively asked.
Gu Beihuai did not respond, and Tang Chuxia clapped her hands, "Fine, don't marry me, just sleep with me a few times!"
Gu Beihuai: ...
If looks could kill, Tang Chuxia would have probably been done for by now.
She could sense the murderous intent in Gu Beihuai's eyes, along with a chill she didn't quite understand.
Tang Chuxia rubbed her arms, "Gosh, it's so cold, let's go shopping!"
She pulled Gu Beihuai in the direction of the stores, and all the way there, Gu Beihuai hardly spoke, his face cold as if someone owed him millions.
At first, Tang Chuxia was quite enthusiastic, but later she completely lost the desire to chat with Gu Beihuai; he was like a conversation crusher.
The thing was, every now and then, Gu Beihuai's gaze would sweep over her, making the hairs on the back of her neck involuntarily stand up.
