The old butler was in his sixties or seventies. He looked at Su Yingxue with a sincere expression. Su Yingxue had a feeling that if she did not believe him, she would have hurt the old man's heart.
"Alright."
After Su Yingxue finished wiping her face, Chu Yihan pulled her to sit beside him. Chu Yihan's index finger landed on her face, wiping away a drop of water that trickled down from her hair. Catching a whiff of the medicinal fragrance emanating from her, Chu Yihan couldn't help but lower his head and kiss the tip of her hair. He maintained good control and didn't kiss her, but his scorching breath enveloped and surrounded her.
Su Yingxue's heart suddenly lost its rhythm.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"
"Stop jumping! So noisy!" In Su Yingxue's mind, Little Ginseng jealously rolled its eyes!
Humph! Fool!
Even kissing her required dodging!
Su Yingxue gritted her teeth. "Shut up! I'll settle the score when we get back!"
