Gu Yanfei did not sense the emotions of the others.
There was no such thing as gender defense in the Bright Spirit Realm, and strength was always respected.
This was just a matter of helping her. It was no different from Qing Guang stepping on her shoulder and jumping onto the bookshelf.
"Thank you." She thanked him casually and stroked Chu Yi's white horse. How obedient.
She withdrew her hand, and Chu Yi lowered his. The mountain wind blew Gu Yanfei's black hair, which fluttered just enough to send a few strands into Chu Yi's hand and run through his fingers like running water.
An unspoken, tacit understanding flowed between them, and everything seemed to come naturally.
The others were still silent. Many people were stunned and could not even think about the meaning of Chu Yi's actions.
The wind picked up again, rustling the leaves.
