Gu Qian looked at her in distress, "I, I don't know, I've always revered him as a brother. Or maybe it's because when I met him, he was fifteen, and by the time I was ten, he was already twenty."
"Love doesn't care about age," Yan Luoxi actually felt that Mo Beichen doted on Gu Qian as if she was someone to be cultivated, watching her grow up from a little brat to the young girl she is now, which must bring him a great sense of accomplishment.
"But, after thinking it over, I not only revered him as a brother, I even saw him as an uncle, or a father figure," Gu Qian confessed her innermost thoughts to Yan Luoxi for the first time.
Because she always respected him, that's why she was so panicked that day on the terrace when he forcefully kissed her. To her, she even thought that his forceful kiss was incestuous.
"Huh?" Yan Luoxi looked at her incredulously, imagining if Mo Beichen were to hear she thought of him as a father figure, would he cough up blood?
