house? Why did you go to my house?”

“Go to bed.” Feng Jia picked up the glass of water, got up, and went straight to the kitchen.

Gu Chu chased after him.
“I slept for the whole afternoon, and I’ve had enough sleep.
You haven’t answered my question yet.
Feng Jia, what did you go to my house for? You didn’t really hit my mother, did you?”

Feng Jia did not listen to her.
He turned on the tap and washed the cup.
“I did.”

It was a metaphorical slap on the face.

Gu Chu: “?”

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She quickly went behind him and hugged him tightly.
“Although I’m angry that she’s biased towards Gu Wan, how could you really hit her?”

Feng Jia tilted his head.
“Can’t I avenge you?”

Alright, but that wasn’t the way.
“But it depends on how you do it.”

After all, she was her biological mother.

The vixen’s arm was around Feng Jia’s neck.
He frowned, then turned around and placed her on the kitchen counter.

The house had an open floor plan.
The kitchen counter formed an island shape.
The entire marble countertop was clean.

When Gu Chu woke up, she took a shower and only wore a silk nightdress and a thin jacket.
When her butt hit the countertop, she cried out seductively.

She couldn’t help but hook her legs around Feng Jia’s waist.
Her hands were still around his neck, and her eyes were seductive.

Feng Jia recalled the moment when he first entered the Gu family and saw the three of them talking and laughing together.
They were not worried about her at all.

His gaze fell on the other half of Gu Chu’s face.
His housekeeper must have applied medicine on her face.
It didn’t look swollen anymore, but the red marks on her porcelain-white skin were clearly seen.

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His hand was still wet, and the water dripped down her chin, slid across her neck, and flowed into her chest.
Gu Chu muttered, “The water got in.”

Feng Jia pressed his thumb against her mouth.
“Behave yourself.”

Gu Chu: “…”

She really hadn’t thought about it in that way.
It was just a thought, but after his reaction, it didn’t seem like it was out of the question.

She said, “I have a better conscience than you.
How about I repay you with my body?”

Feng Jia lifted her straps and dropped them down.
“Right here?”

That wouldn’t do! How could she look at the kitchen in the future?

Her legs hooked around his waist again.
“How about we go back to the room?”

Feng Jia shook his head.
“Right here.”

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