She took He Yaoyao's hand and walked out.
With Qu Xin taking care of things, Cui Zhaoye felt too lazy to go downstairs again. He continued lying on the terrace, reminiscing about that now empty pond.
Squinting like a cat, in truth, she wasn't too willing to find Pei Ye because the two figures on the pool earlier were etched so passionately in her mind. She now resisted seeing the real young man lest it ruin the jade-like images in her heart.
So whatever Qu Xin came up to say, she didn't take much to heart.
"Mr. Cui, I've called Pei Ye and He Yaoyao over, but I feel there's a problem," Qu Xin said, "Pei Ye isn't aware of our fan club, much less expects to be so in demand."
"Hmm."
"Has Pei Ye ever experienced flower wine?"
"...He hasn't. Why suddenly ask this?" Cui Zhaoye frowned.
Qu Xin said plainly, "Then he definitely won't be comfortable being surrounded by a group of women. I often just tug at his pants and he flinches."
"..."
Changsun Jue glared and covered her ears.
