His voice was low and hoarse, carrying a hint of danger.
Such a man was undoubtedly frightening.
With each step he took, Gu Jiajia's heart felt as if it was being squeezed tightly by something.
She looked at him defensively, "I was just joking with Yijun, don't take it seriously!"
"I want to know, how do you make me unwilling to be with you?" He approached her, and she retreated.
"Sleep, sleep!" Gu Jiajia swallowed hard and said, her face turning red.
Gerry paused in his steps upon hearing that.
His eyes became even deeper, with a ripple flowing through them, like clouds turning over and falling straight from the sky.
He raised his eyebrows slightly and laughed wantonly, "You want to sleep with me?"
Gu Jiajia's face heated up, "No!"
She was just using a metaphor; only a ghost would want to sleep with him!
"You blushed." Under the lights, her face was as red as a peach, always tempting people to pick it.
"I drank tonight; I always blush when I drink!"
