Zhou Linghuai nodded. "I have to keep your things well."
When her cousin said this, a smile appeared on his lips. It was like a gust of wind that suddenly wrinkled a pool of spring water. Ripples spread on the sparkling water surface layer by layer.
This smile made Yu Youyao's heart surge like a ripple on a lake. "Why?"
Why? If I want to do it, I'll do it. Why are there so many whys? Zhou Linghuai's smile deepened. "Probably because I'm worried that one day, you'll dig up old scores with me?"
This was different from what she had expected. Yu Youyao pouted. "Cousin, are you still afraid of this?"
In her heart, her cousin was omnipotent, as if nothing frightened him.
"Yes, I'm afraid!" Zhou Linghuai admitted openly. He did not feel that the word "afraid" seemed to be a little cowardly, and it would also damage his manhood.
He took Yu Youyao's hand and held it gently.
