Yu Xi smiled obsequiously at Gu Zixuan, "Little Xuanxuan..."
Please forgive Gu Zixuan for being skeptical; at that moment, she really saw the image of a weasel wishing a chicken a happy New Year.
Feeling awkward, she descended step by step from the spiral staircase, wearing a nude-colored autumn dress.
"Can you stop calling me that?"
Gu Zixuan's voice was gentle, like most ordinary girls when they aren't angry, making people feel comfortable.
Looking at Gu Zixuan, who was half a head shorter than him, Yu Xi pouted, "Can't I even call you that in private?"
Gu Zixuan was taken aback, uncertainly looking at Yu Xi.
Yu Xi showed a pitiful look, like he had been beaten stupid earlier that morning, "I knew it... You don't care about me at all, not even a bit of guilt. You never directly addressed my feelings for you, just watching my embarrassment..."
Gu Zixuan: "..."
