Tang Chuxia couldn't break free, so she had no choice but to let Gu Beihuai squeeze her cheeks—fortunately, he wasn't squeezing hard, and it didn't hurt.
Her eyes shimmered like autumn waters, compelling Gu Beihuai to let go of her face.
The hand that pinched her cheek was now gently cradling it.
"Do you really have nothing you want to tell me?"
Tang Chuxia felt the warmth on her cheeks, and they flushed with heat.
She was never one to be easily dominated, quickly taking the initiative. Her hands slipped under the hem of Beihuai's shirt, her cool fingers resting on his tummy, causing him to instinctively tense up.
Although she couldn't see, Tang Chuxia could feel the tension under her palms, the defined contours, and her fingers slowly followed their lines.
"Actually, I'd rather verify it myself," Tang Chuxia whispered, and Beihuai released his hold.
His face reddened; he understood.
