The Tragic World Living in Dreams

Yun Zhe's demeanor resembled that of a knight fiercely loyal to Gu Lan. As Gu Lan raised her hand and touched her own face, she said, "Please don't call me master anymore; just call me Gu Lan. It feels strange to be addressed that way."

Hearing Gu Lan's words, Yun Zhe's hand, which was about to touch her face, seemed to have been scalded. He immediately withdrew it and looked down at the ground, his expression showing no signs of hurt, and his voice couldn't convey any grievances. As always, his tone remained cold.

"If I have displeased you..."

Gu Lan frowned, bending down to look under Yun Zhe's lowered head, gazing into his eyes. "You haven't displeased me. I just really don't want our relationship to be like this. Wait, I understand now. It's that so-called master-servant program that forces you to obey my commands, right?"