Gu Jingxing pinned both of her wrists with one hand, holding them high above her head. "We don't hook up that often?"
Qiao An blinked. "Do you want to count? From the time we met until now, you've slept with me at most once a week. Even if we went a few extra rounds each night, how many condoms could we possibly have used?"
Gu Jingxing's fingers tightened. "I was worried about your health—"
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