"Gu Yuheng, my brother once told me that there's a generational gap between us, and you would never like me."
"That was your brother saying that, not me." He was only six years older than her—what generational gap?
"Even if it was my brother who said it, he wasn't wrong! My dad treats you like a brother, yet you actually want to sleep with his precious daughter!"
Gu Yuheng: "..." He had never wanted to become brothers with him; he had always wanted to be his son-in-law.
They insisted on treating him like a brother, unwillingly, and they even wanted to drive him out of the villa.
If he hadn't been thick-skinned, by now he'd probably still be in the mountains feeding the mosquitoes, miserably waiting for her.
"Gu Yuheng, tell me honestly, did you have designs on me a long time ago?"
Gu Yuheng looked at her coolly: "You're just realizing that?"
"So you admit it?!"
"What did I admit?" Gu Yuheng was puzzled.
