Mo Qiansu looked at him, her gaze becoming deeper and more complex.
Had Gu Xuanye declared her as his girlfriend four years ago, Mo Qiansu would have proudly and confidently replied to him—
["Aside from me, who else is qualified to be your girlfriend on this Earth!"]
["Gu Xuanye, dare you not to pamper me, I'll have you step down as my boyfriend in no time, never to be hired again!"]
…
The once confident Mo Ran had ultimately perished.
At this moment, Mo Qiansu wanted to see through this man before her, to understand him clearly.
Unfortunately, the wounds left behind four years ago were like thorny vines tightly constricting her heart, which dared not easily trust him again, to draw near, for fear of another excruciatingly painful heartbreak.
"I am indeed moved. However…" Mo Qiansu grabbed Gu Xuanye's tie, her cherry-red lips approaching his. Half-joking, half-serious, she said, "Xuanye, could you first tell me, how many girlfriends are you currently dating?"
