The man looked up with his blue eyes. It was distant but gentle.
His eyes reached out to the person sitting quietly on the sofa.
Jiang Yuan was wearing a white skirt. Her long, black hair grazed her waist as she lay on her back. Her legs were placed nicely together, and her smile was soft. She looked nice and quiet.
Gu Xichao was quiet for a moment before he reached out with his long, slender fingers.
"Come here."
His low voice was slightly rugged, her tone at the end was muffled. He was cold but only to a point.
Jiang Yuan shook her head earnestly, there was a warm smile on her pale face, but there was also a rare shyness.
"Young Master, what we are doing is not right."
Her tone was gentle, graceful, and honest.
Gu Xichao was surprised.
He blinked. He seemed startled.
Perhaps using the word 'startled' to describe Gu Xichao wasn't accurate.
