Gong Ting shot her a cold glance, "If you can't keep your mouth shut, I wouldn't mind being a real beast. Do you prefer the desk, the carpet, or the sofa?"
Seeing him about to carry her back, Xiao Yu immediately reached out to wrap her arms around his neck, desperately saying nice things, "Oh, come on, Young Master Gong is the most gentle and considerate. I'm hurt; you definitely wouldn't force it."
Gong Ting looked down at her mischievous face, snorted coldly, and carried her back to the master bedroom. He placed her on the bed and picked up the intercom, instructing the Butler to send in the medicine box.
He turned and went into the bathroom, returning shortly with a cold towel. Seeing her reaching out to rub, his tone was stern, "Don't rub!"
Xiao Yu's hand stilled as she looked up at him, "It hurts a lot."
"Bear it." The man walked over with a dark expression, placing the cold towel on the back of her head.
