Why Don't You Call Me Brother?
"Cough, cough, cough..." This time, it was Gu Shiyan who choked on the clear tea. It seemed like fortunes had turned around. She reached out to grab the handkerchief but suddenly remembered that it was used by Cui Yan, so how could she use it?!
Her fingertips trembled, preparing to retract her hand.
Unexpectedly, Cui Yan handed her a smoky blue handkerchief with the word "banquet" embroidered on the lower right corner, indicating that it was his personal item.
"Thank you, Master." Although she thanked him, Gu Shiyan didn't dare to accept it. His handkerchief looked very expensive. What if she had to pay for it if something happened to it?
She rolled up her sleeve and casually wiped the corners of her mouth.
Cui Yan: ...
He looked at her, unsure of what to say, and pushed the handkerchief toward her, "Didn't I give you the handkerchief? Or do you only want to use his and not mine?"
This statement sounded quite peculiar.
Gu Shiyan looked puzzled, "Who? What do you mean?"