Hanging up the phone, Qiao Yuxian looked at Gu Yanjing next to her.
She hadn't really noticed just now, but now, turning her head, she saw that the bamboo stick was bald, just left with a stick.
"Was it like this just now?" Qiao Yuxian asked.
"Yes." Gu Yanjing said it with a clear conscience.
But Qiao Yuxian walked up to him, picked up the sections of bamboo he had plucked, and waved them in front of his eyes: "Mr. Gu, lying is not good."
Mr. Gu didn't speak.
Qiao Yuxian looked up at him.
Gu Yanjing lowered his eyes to meet hers.
After a while, Qiao Yuxian smiled and said, "Brother Yanjing?"
Gu Yanjing's cold eyes trembled slightly.
Seeing his reaction, Qiao Yuxian called again, "Brother Yanjing."
Gu Yanjing looked at her, his eyes deepening.
Qiao Yuxian continued, "Brother Yanjing, Brother Yanjing, Brother Yanjing..."
Gu Yanjing embraced her waist and lowered his head to kiss her.
