Gu Nanjiu: "A safety notice?"
His voice was very light, and as he spoke, he finished and opened the drawer: "Come over and take it yourself."
Song Nuan just felt that this man seemed to have changed a little. The first time they met, the disgust and disdain in his eyes were unmistakable.
Now, his eyes held only calmness and composure, so still it gave off a cool feeling.
Yin is a kind of stillness.
It's a cool kind of stillness, cold inside, not outside.
Song Nuan walked over with small steps.
The man took out a stack of papers from the drawer: "Is it this? Take it to your teacher to have a look. If it's not, then I don't know."
Song Nuan lowered her eyes and glanced at the paper on the table, which said safety notice.
"It might be this. I'll take it to the teacher to have a look."
Gu Nanjiu: "Hm."
Song Nuan reached out to take it, her body leaning slightly forward.
Instantly, a faint milky scent wafted into his nostrils.
