"Maybe it's because I've read a few books? And I had some guidance later on. I don't think I have any particular kind of air about me."
Tang Wen rubbed his nose and joked, "Or maybe it's just my face? Maybe I was born looking this distinguished?"
But Shui Yun didn't laugh. She studied him seriously for a moment before nodding.
"Before my father brought you in, if I hadn't heard someone call you Seventh Young Master and seen your plain clothes, I might have thought you were a boy toy he'd carefully selected just for me."
Tang Wen was completely dumbfounded.
'What a scandalous thing to say.'
Shui Yun smiled, her eyes shimmering like waves.
There even seemed to be a hint of regret in her expression.
After a few more steps, Tang Wen finally recovered his wits, occasionally glancing at Shui Yun's profile.
"Senior Sister, you have... many boy toys?"
Shui Yun shook her head. "Not a single one."
After she spoke, she looked at Tang Wen.
He volunteered, "I have two Maids."
