Time seemed to have stood still.
Ye Tingyun's study room was made up of full-length windows. The rays of sunlight shot in through the full-length windows, creating brilliant rays on the ground. It was pretty and warm. Ye Chu seemed to be covered by a layer of gold fog. Her exquisite features became small, delicate, and blurry.
An obscure beauty and an obscure throbbing.
Was he her guide dog?
Ye Tingyun was also startled for a moment as he looked at the young lady sitting on the sofa. She was wearing a white skirt. It was the skirt that he had helped her to put on in the morning.
Wei Ling complained in his heart. Second Master, do you like Ye Chu?
