Nan Yu took two steps and stopped, and Gu Han also let go.

The two just stared at each other for a long time without saying a word.

Nan Yu stared at that handsome face, unable to get angry. She lowered her head to adjust the camera settings, sulking to herself. Gu Han said, "Aren't you going to take pictures?"

The lamp wick grumbled unhappily, "Didn't you say you wouldn't let me take pictures?"

Gu Han: "I can take the picture for you."

"Need not."

He turned his back and continued adjusting the parameters, finding the right filter, and took pictures of the scenery. He also captured pedestrians in his photos, showing the lively atmosphere and human touch of the small town, something that couldn't be experienced in the manor.

When Gu Han saw that the young master was no longer talking to him, a strange feeling welled up in his heart. In order to get rid of the negative emotions, he turned his gaze to the side.

Nan Yu's anger only lasts for a short while.

Gu Han didn't speak to him first. After waiting for him to turn away, she leaned closer, handed the camera to the butler, and said with a grin, "Look, I took a lot of pictures. We'll take more in a different place later."

Gu Han originally intended to just flip through a couple of pages casually and then return them to Nan Yu.

As he flipped through the photos, he discovered that the young master seemed to have a great talent for photography. Each frame was full of warmth and emotion. Even when photographing sycamore trees, he captured a sense of sacredness in the trees, with their yellowing leaves conveying a sense of desolation in their decay.

Nan Yu was satisfied and chuckled, "It looks good."

Gu Han raised his eyes, stared at the young master for two seconds, then smiled faintly, but the smile quickly faded.

"Butler, why won't you let me kiss you?" Nan Yu suddenly asked.

"This is China, not the West. We only greet each other with handshakes, not kisses. By what right do you kiss me, young master?" He handed the camera back to Dengxin, his tone seemingly calm, but only he knew the turmoil churning within him.

I'm looking forward to the seven days ending soon.

Otherwise, he really can't guarantee what he might do.

"It looks good. It doesn't matter what status you have, what's wrong with kissing someone? Don't we straight men not care about these things?"

Gu Han frowned, his gaze falling on the boy's delicate face. The boy's expression was innocent, which made him swallow his words. He crossed his arms and rested his long knuckles on his elbows, pointing his fingers quite rapidly.

After a long pause, he finally said, "How do you know straight men don't care?"

Her little face was very serious as she said:

"The voice actor in the radio drama said that during their live chat, they said that the more you care, the greater the chance that you are gay. Only true straight men can kiss each other as good brothers. I know you don't like men, and I'm afraid you'll misunderstand that I like you, so I'll do more straight man things so you won't be afraid."

Gu Han never expected that the young master's thought process would be so bizarre.

After thinking for a while, I carefully considered what I was saying:

"Don't take certain things at face value. Whether someone is straight or not is not something you can understand. I'm past the age of playing around. As long as you behave well, young master, I won't be so presumptuous as to think that you like me."

Nan Yu stared at him for a long time, and finally mumbled, "Oh."

The young master was unhappy, and Gu Han was unhappy too, but he couldn't say anything to make him happy. It was already the wrong path, and going any further would be irresponsible to the young master.

The master's opposition can also be seen from the behavior of the other young masters and ladies.

The young master is naive and inexperienced, at most a bit willful. If something happens to him, the Nan family will be in chaos, and Nan Yu may be harmed as a result. Furthermore, Gu Han can't sense that the young master likes him; it's just a child's dependence.

Gu Han is meticulous and prone to overthinking.

Last night, Nan Yu was forcibly kissed, but when he woke up this morning, he acted as if nothing had happened. At most, he was a little awkward in the morning, and with his explanation just now, Gu Han could only endure it.

The young master is only eighteen; what does he know?

Nan Yu didn't say anything after that, she kept her head down and fiddling with the camera, taking pictures of the scenery. Gu Han was also silent, and the atmosphere between the two became more and more strange. It was almost noon when the man who had been protecting her behind her spoke up.

"Want to go eat?"

Optimistic Lantern was hurt and didn't want to talk to the housekeeper. She walked and took pictures, pretending not to hear. They had already walked out of Wutong Road. Lantern didn't know exactly where they were. Gu Han was just following along.

Stop at the traffic light.

Gu Han stepped forward again and asked, "It's time for lunch, young master. Would you like to cook at home or eat out?"

Deng Xin hung the camera around his neck, crossed his arms, looked up, and said in a cold tone, "Not hungry."

Gu Han: "It's time. If you're not hungry, you can eat a little less."

Nan Yu stared at the man, and Gu Han also looked directly at him. Neither of them could discern anything from the other's face. The butler, who was usually very composed, actually turned his head away first and coughed softly.

Nan Yu snorted, and just then the red light turned green. She walked away with the grumpy-faced boy on her arm. Gu Han followed, not knowing where the young master was going, and they ended up at A University by accident.

These past two weekend days, the area outside the school gate has been bustling with students.

Some students carried their schoolbags, their youthful faces brimming with anticipation for the future. Gu Han's gaze fell on the boy's back, and for a moment he was lost in thought.

Nan Yu wanted to go in, but she didn't know if she could. She used to look for Gu Han, but now she didn't want to talk to him.

She remembered that Gu Han had previously said he would take her to A University to see the ginkgo trees.

Look at the words on the outside, this is University A.

You should be able to get in.

Without needing to swipe a access card, Deng Xin walked in. Gu Han followed at a distance. The campus seemed smaller than the Nan family manor, but there were many people.

Wandering around aimlessly, I stumbled upon Ginkgo Road. Many students were taking photos there, as were couples. The boys were taking pictures of the girls, and all the girls were wearing makeup and looked very pretty. Combined with the golden ginkgo leaves, it was a visually pleasing experience.

Seeing that the young master was staring at the couple taking pictures, Gu Han guessed that he also wanted to take some, so he stepped forward again and took the initiative:

"I'll take the picture for you."

He then reached for the camera around Dengxin's neck.

Nan Yu still didn't want to talk to him and turned her body away so he wouldn't touch her.

Gu Han paused for a moment, then nodded and withdrew his hand.

Dengxin saw a boy alone. He was pretty and seemed a bit socially awkward. He didn't take any pictures; he just stood in the corner, staring at the falling leaves, looking rather lonely and sad.

Nan Yu walked over, and Gu Han tried to stop her, but Deng Xin was currently holding a grudge against him and wouldn't listen at all. She swung her arm away and strode over.

"Classmate," the lamp wick called out.

The boy looked up and was stunned by the other person's appearance. He was immediately overwhelmed by the pressure and looked in the direction of the danger. A tall and handsome boy was staring at him. A chill ran down his spine. Out of instinct, the boy backed away.

Nan Yu: "Classmate?"

The boy stammered, "Wh...why, what, what, what happened?"

"Could you take some photos for me? I'll pay you."

The boy glanced at Gu Han, who was exerting invisible pressure on him, and his already timid and inferior heart dared not agree. He trembled and apologized, still stammering, "Yes, no, I'm sorry, I, I, I, no, no."

It wasn't nervousness that caused him to stutter; the boy had a stutter since childhood.

The family was poor and couldn't afford intervention or treatment.