"Let's go to the inn across the street, although it's a bit further away than the nearest one."
"Even though the view up close might be more exciting, at least we can avoid being interrupted by some random person. Otherwise, coming all this way, it's so rare to see you, Yuchi, only to have some inexplicable person disturb us. It's quite disheartening."
Having said that.
Bu Tingyue indifferently pulled Yuchi away.
Yuchi was quite amazed, as Bu Tingyue was again touching his face and grabbing his hand. It seemed that the appearance of the other person had truly ignited a huge anger in her. Under this anger, she could do anything.
However, at this moment, he slightly felt that Bu Tingyue's little hands were quite soft.
The key point being her palms were surprisingly dry, with an almost baby-like silky feeling, as if she'd used some kind of powder to keep them that way.
Then Yuchi smacked himself on the face:
