The night was deep and obscure, with a crescent moon hanging high.
The streetlight by the flowerbed emitted a soft, milky glow, attracting small flying insects to dance in the lights and shadows.
Chu You did not speak, directly got out of the car, walked around the front of the car, and stood outside the passenger door.
"Let's go," he said, opening the door. His pale and slender hand reached out to Nian Yuyu, his cool voice seemingly tinged with a hint of enchantment at the moment.
Nian Yuyu's cheeks were burning, and as she looked at the hand extended to her, her heart wanted to shrink away.
She hadn't expected Chu You to not answer just now, but instead give her an answer with his actions.
Now, the elderly at the entrance of the building had all seen him, and she no longer had any room to change her mind.
Rarely, she shot Chu You a reproachful glance and rested her arm on his hand.