Gu Zhiqi's thoughts coincided with Y's; she also didn't think that such a weakling as Y would provoke an Eighth Order Mystic Master to act against him.
"The flower inside him must have a different origin."
"Ah? Oh, right, right." Y said, and straight away extended his hand towards Gu Zhiqi.
Before Gu Zhiqi's fingers even touched it, a handkerchief was placed over Y's wrist.
Y: ?
Glancing sideways, a puzzled yet blank look appeared on his face as he turned towards the person who had draped the handkerchief over his wrist.
"Men and women shouldn't touch hands." After laying the handkerchief, Gu Yuluo slowly uttered this phrase while gazing at Y.
The little girl was beautiful, always coveted by others.
When she was younger, she had taken the pulse of a bratty boy, who then demanded that she take responsibility because she had touched his wrist, crying and making a fuss about it.
