Zhou Mu still remained frozen there, his hand still in the position of covering Gu Changsheng's mouth.
Gu Changsheng, you know, was always unrestrained and unruly, only focusing on admiration for beauty as an instinct and appreciating handsome men as a habit in her understanding, leaving other concerns out of her mind.
Awkward emotions often visited her, and over time, she had become accustomed to them, quickly dismissing them to a far distant place.
Gu Changsheng then hopped like a rabbit toward Zhou Mu and, with a paw, swatted that annoying hand away, her face bearing a mischievous grin, "What's up, still reminiscing?"
Only then did Zhou Mu react, a sense of embarrassed annoyance emerging. He had never lost his composure like this, nor had any woman ever made him lose his composure like this before. The feeling was indescribable. He was used to controlling everything, and this unexpected feeling overwhelming his control left him a bit bewildered and somewhat frightened!
