Xiao Yeci, upon seeing Li Banfeng, would usually call out, "Benefactor."
Sometimes she would also call him Seventh Master, but she hardly ever called him Brother Seven, because Lu Chunying always called Li Banfeng Brother Seven.
Today, she kept referring to him as Brother Seven, which obviously indicated that something was wrong.
Li Banfeng went along with it and asked, "Why must you invite me to dinner?"
"I just," Xiao Yeci's cheeks flushed red, "want to be...with Brother Seven."
"Don't be nervous. Sit down and take your time." Li Banfeng turned on the phonograph and played a gentle violin piece.
Xiao Yeci calmed herself and said word by word, "Brother Seven, I've been thinking of you these past few days. You're in my eyes when I open them, and you're still there when I close them..."
Could these words really come from Xiao Yeci?
"Do you miss me that much?" Li Qi chuckled. The music from the phonograph slightly detuned.
