After taking one last look, confirming that Chen Xiaoxiao was truly reduced to nothing, Gu Shengyin turned to leave.
Suddenly, a warm body pressed up against her from behind.
Qing Yao, slightly aggrieved: "I helped you a lot, don't you..."
"Thank you."
Gu Shengyin interrupted him.
Qing Yao: "..."
What he wanted was not just a thank you!
But the person ahead had already left, and he couldn't say anything, so he could only follow along.
Qing Yao found this feeling quite strange.
He had never felt this way before, because since childhood, relying on the advantages of his looks, he had never tasted the feeling of rejection.
He always used a light smile to dazzle that person until they were disoriented, and after enjoying enough of others' adoration and admiration, he would use those same affectionate eyes and gentle smile to unhesitatingly utter words of rejection.
Yet this time it was completely reversed.
