Lu Xiaoyou smiled enchantingly, "Teacher Yu, please spare the flowers of our motherland."
"The flowers of the motherland need the nourishment of rain and dew." His voice was deliberately husky, like a bass piano playing a movement.
It was with this demonic demeanor that he bewitched the girls at Huaying, leading them down to Hell.
Her fingers, tinged with a pale pink hue, gave Yu Sizhe a gentle push on his chest, keeping him at an appropriate distance from herself.
However, she didn't realize that with the fabric of his suit jacket between her fingers pressed against his chest, it was as if she was touching the surface of his heart.
Yu Sizhe felt a jolt throughout his body.
"Xiaoyou." Someone called her, it was Zhu Yan's voice.
Lu Xiaoyou withdrew her hand, and Zhu Yan approached with a meaningful glance that passed between them.
"Teacher Yu, I'd like to take Xiaoyou to meet some friends; if you two are talking, then I won't disturb you."
