He cursed softly in his heart, surprised he actually couldn't restrain himself.
Huo Jingting felt his mouth dry and his tongue parched. In front of her, he never had any so-called self-control. Now, as her soft body kept rubbing against him, if he showed no reaction, that would be truly abnormal.
The man took a deep breath, suppressing the heat in his throat, and called out, "Xiaoqiao."
Gu Nanqiao was half-asleep and half-awake, and upon hearing his voice, she hummed softly in response.
Without her response, he might have been okay, but that soft hum was like a fuse for him, igniting all the flames inside him at once. The passion below surged more fiercely, almost to the point where he could hardly contain it.
Dammit! He really couldn't hold back anymore.
Huo Jingting leaned in slightly and whispered in her ear, "Xiaoqiao, do you know how to recite the multiplication table rhyme?"
Gu Nanqiao lifted her eyelids slightly, a trace of confusion in her eyes, "Yeah, what about it?"
