A Wound That Can't be Said

The more Lin Fei thought about it, the more uncomfortable she felt. She picked up the bottle and poured the wine into it. Gu Yifan was afraid that she would drink too much, so he hurriedly stopped her.

"You can't drink anymore. Look, your face is already red. You can't even drink, and you can still drink so much!" Gu Yifan's tone was gentle, and his gaze doted on the girl in front of him.

"Mr Gu, my face is red because it is hot at home. I am very happy to be able to drink with you. Cheers. " Then he clinked his glass with Gu Yifan's. Ding. . .

Gu Yifan smiled and picked up the wine glass. He gulped it down.

"Mr Gu, I have watched you and my sister for so many years. . . "

"Fei Fei, don't mention her anymore. You've never experienced anything, so you don't understand!" Gu Yifan had always thought that Lin Fei was a pure girl and had never talked about anything. Her relationship was still a blank piece of paper.