Yan Chiyu had already noticed the girl's strange expression, and gritted his teeth angrily said, "Wu! Yue! Don't think nonsense."
"I don't."
Wu Yue kept a straight face, pretending nothing had happened: "I didn't think of anything..."
Under the boy's calm, unwavering gaze, a gaze that seemed to say, "I see right through you," Wu Yue parted her lips and whispered, "Actually, I've thought about it. I've thought about—how I would react if you were completely naked."
Seeing Wu Yue's dark eyes darting around, Yan Chiyu knew she wasn't telling the truth, but he didn't expose her. He simply continued, "You will have..."
The boy leaned closer.
A faint floral and woody scent wafted from the girl, like sitting in a wicker chair in a garden on an afternoon, smelling the sunlight-drenched flowers and trees floating in the air. It was subtle, yet incredibly pleasant.
He deliberately lowered his voice, making it deep and alluring, like the mellow aroma released when a century-old vintage wine is uncorked: "What's the reaction?"
Yan Chiyu still harbored resentment towards Wu Songsong for her calm demeanor after she stripped and ripped him off last time.
And Longlong said she might like mature and stable men, which he probably didn't believe.
Wu Yue was silent for two seconds, but she couldn't hold back any longer. She suddenly knelt up, reached out and quickly grabbed the boy's shirt collar, then pressed her lips to his.
Yan Chiyu: ...
Yan Chiyu: ?
Yan Chiyu: !
Before the boy could even savor the cool touch on his lips, the one who had started the fight had already pulled away, walked around the sofa, and jogged towards Long Jingyuan's room.
The boy on the sofa, like a young bride suddenly kissed without any experience, slowly lowered his head, his earlobes tinged with a hazy blush. The sapphire earring in his left ear shimmered faintly with the wearer's overwhelming excitement, like a fleeting aurora borealis in the long night.
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Long Jingyuan, who was sitting on the small balcony enjoying the breeze, heard a knock on the door, paused for a moment, and then said softly, "Come in."
Wu Yue pushed open the door, poked her little head inside, and said in a soft voice, "Mr. Long, I'm sorry to bother you. I need to talk to you."
"Miss Wuyue, please come in."
Without Wu Yue uttering a sound, Long Jingyuan knew it was her. A Yu never knocked when looking for him, but he could recognize who it was just by hearing their footsteps.
"Please speak."
"About your eyes..."
Long Jingyuan interrupted her with a smile, "Thank you for your concern, Miss Wuyue. As I said, let bygones be bygones, there's no need to bring up the past or pursue it further."
Long Jingyuan was still thinking about what Shen Minzhi had said that day. In his heart, he regarded Wu Yue as the former ancestor of the Wu family, the woman who gouged out his eyes.
But having met recently, and with A-Yu vouching for him, he finds it difficult to transfer his past hatred to Wu Yue now.
"I know."
The girl stood at the door, gazing at Long Jingyuan silently for a few seconds before briefly informing him of Bai Tang's situation: "I'm telling you this so that Mr. Long can make his own decision. I'm not interfering; I'm just doing my part for my friend. The choice is naturally in Mr. Long's hands. Whether you want to or not is entirely up to you."
After finishing her sentence, Wu Yue bowed slightly and left.
A small balcony, a rattan chair. The young man's hand, resting on his lap, was clenched into a fist, veins bulging and faintly visible. His long, pale fingers appeared even more striking.
His empty eyes were filled with the colorful light of the clouds on the horizon.
Is he truly willing to see the world clearly?
I used to think that listening attentively was enough.
If one's eyes can see and perceive colors, that's generally a good choice.
But why... why did Miss Wuyue's friend gouge out his eyes back then?
What, you can't remember?
Long Jingyuan looked down at his outstretched palm, but he could see nothing at all.
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