Having said that, she reached out and covered Gu Junhang's lips, saying:
"Why didn't I know you were so talkative before."
From the tip of her nose, the faint fragrance of Xia Yumo's hand wafted, making Gu Junhang feel a bit restless.
With a somewhat dry throat, he suppressed the agitation in his heart, and coughed lightly twice, saying:
"If I had known that you only remember things from our school days, I would have followed you then."
He deepened his gaze and slowly approached her smiling face, saying:
"That way, you'd remember whether or not I can speak."
Xia Yumo looked at his approaching face and the undisguised deep affection and indulgence in his eyes, and her heart involuntarily skipped a few beats.
"Alright, enough teasing."
She somewhat uncomfortably avoided Gu Junhang's eyes, suppressing her heart that felt like it was about to jump out and pushed him away.
Gu Junhang looked at her blushing face and did not want to tease her anymore.
