Luo Qingli increasingly hoped that Gu Yuying would force her, coerce her, so that she would confess under severe duress.
But the proposal that Gu Yuying made, for him to guess, Luo Qingli also thought wasn't bad.
This was good, Uncle guessed it, it had nothing to do with her, right!
"Then can you think of something better? You want to tell me something but can't, so I can only guess," Gu Yuying had always been speaking in a rather serious manner, though he was actually teasing Luo Qingli on purpose.
But he couldn't just tell Luo Qingli that he had arranged for people to be by her side, could he?
"The only thing I can think of is you interrogating me under torture," Luo Qingli said weakly.
"Interrogating under torture?" Gu Yuying's eyes and brows were playfully mischievous, curling up into a devilishly charming smile.
He flipped over, with a thunk onto the bed, gazing at Luo Qingli, "Qingqing, what kind of severe interrogation are you talking about? Does it include violence?"
