A Battle Of Wits And Courage (3)

"I do not have many to call friends, but you were one of the few. I still remember when I first arrived in the Upper Bound, I barely knew anyone. Luckily, you were there to save my blushes."

Gu Xijiu started to talk about what they had been through together.

Deeply moved, Yun Yanli started to recollect his former glamor, where he was still a cheerful, ambitious, and compassionate young prince in his teens. She was the first girl that he had ever been attracted to. Those were the sweet, old times.

Yun Yanli's hand was already holding her waist tie. With a tug, the tie would immediately loosen, and she would be completely undressed. As a consequence, he would also ruin their intimate conversation, which they had not had in a very long while.

He slowly let go of his hand and sat by her side. "You were a lovely and innocent girl, but arrogant on account of your seniority," he teased her.