Bai Xiangxiang hummed in disapproval, how had she not looked good? This man must be blind.
A flicker of anticipation suddenly surged in her heart. How would he answer?
"Xiao Bai." The man's voice was faint, rich and mellow, with an undiminished masculine magnetism that stirred Bai Xiangxiang's heart.
"I've had a recurring dream over the years."
"Dreaming about a girl whose face I can't see and a butterfly." Fu Bai rolled his eyes: "I've heard you mention this hundreds of times."
"I feel, her eyes seem familiar." The man's tone held a trace of reminiscence.
Fu Bai was stunned, "Don't tell me that girl is the one from your dreams."
With a sigh, "I don't know."
"Enough, enough, this is getting more and more bizarre. If you really have feelings, keep her by your side. You haven't had a woman in years, making me wonder if you're gay. It's been so unsettling I can't sleep. Now at least I know you like women."
