C1290 Implicit Information

Gu Xicheng lowered his head and looked at her red eyes. The hands behind her back subconsciously retracted some of their strength.

"Xicheng!"

Ye Qingyu took a deep breath and pushed him away from her, keeping some distance between them. However, she did not loosen her grip on his clothes.

"I'm listening."

Gu Xicheng never took his eyes off her face when she whispered his name