Wu Lingyu's voice carried indolence, laughter and also a trace of seriousness.
Sima You Yue turned around and her nose bumped into his. She saw his smiling eyes and her heart skipped a beat.
"Junior Brother still has yet to reply to me!"
When she heard the magnetic voice and smelt the faint wine fragrance from his breath, she did not know why her face reddened. She turned her head away with slight embarrassment. "Senior brother can do whatever you want, I can't control you."
She lowered her head and sipped the wine, trying to conceal her state of mind.
Wu Lingyu gave a low laugh. It was the first time Sima You Yue heard him laugh. In the past, he had always faintly smiled, nefariously smiled, and indifferently smirked. It all came from the corner of his mouth without a sound.
