Gu Shengyin went along with it and cheerfully said, "Brother Yu."
Calling him Brother Yu was fine, but really couldn't bring herself to call him simply 'brother.'
Feeling that the other party had no intention of troubling her, Gu Shengyin relaxed.
The environment here was excellent, the atmosphere perfect; compared to Chuannan, this bustling, fast-paced city seemed like a different world.
Inhaling the lingering aroma of tea in the room, Gu Shengyin took a deep breath and closed her eyes, revealing a contented smile.
Yu Qingyun stared intently at the young man sitting across from him.
With his eyes closed, at this distance, Yu Qingyun's vision allowed him to clearly see the boy's long, thick eyelashes.
They covered the boy's eyes like small fans, faintly trembling with the movement of his pupils.
Yu Qingyun's gaze lowered to the boy's lips.
