Gu Huai'an looked down and shook his head, "I've never eaten it."
Song Yunuan immediately extended a warm invitation, "Come, give it a try."
It was inconvenient to hold, so she poured a few into Gu Huai'an's palm.
Afterward, she paused for a moment.
It was the first time Song Yunuan seriously looked at Gu Huai'an's hand.
It was very clean; indeed, the palm of his hand was very white.
His knuckles well-defined, his fingers long and jade-like.
[Brother's hands are really nice-looking, I want to touch!]
Song Yunuan's hand was eager to try.
Gu Huai'an, without changing his expression, withdrew his hand.
He also stepped back.
Want to touch?
Just wait then.
He then watched Song Yunuan, who always blurted out bold words — indeed, one could never tell just by looking at her surface.
