Gu Yilin’s temperament was the best among all the descendants of the aristocratic families. He was clean, warm, and pure. He had retreated from the fierce and murderous atmosphere of the shopping mall. He was gentle and harmless. He had the aura of a little puppy, which made women’s hearts beat faster, they couldn’t help but be fascinated and deeply immersed in him.
When Xuan Yingluo looked over, Gu Yilin raised his eyes and looked at her with his deep and narrow eyes.
Their eyes met and Xuan Yingluo averted her gaze. “Mother, Aunt Mo'er, we’ll talk about this later. I’ll go upstairs and wash my face first.”
“Okay, go quickly.”
Xuan Yingluo went upstairs.
Seeing Xuan Yingluo’s slender figure disappear from his sight, Gu Yilin spread his long legs and followed her upstairs under the gaze of his parents.
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Xuan Yingluo entered her room. At this moment, there was a knock on the door. Xuan Yingluo said, “Come in.”
The door was pushed open and Gu Yilin walked in.