Xiao Yu forcefully pushed him away, furiously wiping her mouth, erasing all traces of warmth and moisture he left behind. She didn't notice the dark gaze of the man as she walked to the interrogation table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.
Her heart was racing chaotically, her nose filled with the overpowering scent of the man, leaving her in turmoil.
Although she was forced by him just moments ago, there was an instant where she couldn't control her own descent into his allure. Patting her flushed face, she felt thirsty, and said, "I'm thirsty, call someone to get me a glass of water."
Gong Ting stared fixedly at the back of her head for a few seconds, his thin lips moved slightly but he said nothing. He pushed open the glass door and instructed the prison guards outside to bring in a glass of water.
