The young man saw Chuzheng didn't move, and shook slightly again, his expression becoming increasingly innocent and pitiful.
Chuzheng: "..."
Chuzheng suddenly grabbed his wrist, and after the young man struggled to pull away, she held him tightly.
The young man didn't break free, and a moment later, as if shy, he turned his face slightly, just blocking Chuzheng's view.
"How old are you?" Chuzheng asked an unrelated question.
The young man mumbled, a hint of embarrassment in his obedient demeanor: "Just turned seventeen this year."
Wuno looked up at the young man, then quickly lowered his head again.
"So young?"
The young man was displeased: "How old are you?"
Of course, the original owner wasn't older than the young man, so Chuzheng lied: "Eighteen."
"Impossible..." The young man looked at her suspiciously: "You look younger than me."
Chuzheng remained unfazed: "I just appear young."
"Eh?"
