Ouyang Yi's voice was magnetic and enchanting, with a hint of allure: "What is he like?"
Su Xingyu gently shook her head, her beautiful eyes lost as she stared at the coffee. What is he like? He has autism, doesn't know how to interact with people, and doesn't know how to establish a normal relationship. But how could she say these things to an outsider? That was his secret.
"He's quite good." After a long while, Su Xingyu sighed deeply, saying in a low voice.
A thoughtful expression flashed across Ouyang Yi's handsome face, but he quickly concealed it, clinking his coffee cup with hers, and chuckled softly: "If there's any trouble, feel free to come to me anytime."
He was very patient with the girl in front of him. In fact, this was also his high-level technique for hunting women all these years. Women, especially women like Su Xingyu with delicate thoughts, must not be rushed. He had to take things slowly, allowing her to gradually lower her guard and open her heart to him.
