Lu Yang looked up. "Jiang Yanzhou?"
Lu Mingyu nodded vigorously. "That's right!"
Lu Yang contemplated for a moment and realized that she had only connected with Jiang Yanzhou on two occasions in all the time they had known each other. One was when he looked astonishing in his casual clothes, and the other was... last night.
The contracting and relaxing of his abdominal muscles, the unbearable suppression, the intermittent breathing... so adorable and precious.
It was like a wild beast breaking free from its cage and gathering momentum.
With a smile forming in her eyes, she honestly stated, "He's not as cute as a dog."
Lu Mingyu's confidence soared, and he raised his head proudly. "Yangyang, you have good taste!"
Lu Yang glanced at him, and the smile on her face grew stronger.
She had a silly older brother who was easily satisfied.
