"Brother… Brother… you… this…" Lu Yan, being straightforward, couldn't suppress his feelings, stretched out his hand and pointed at Zhu Yu, "You wanted to have a heart-to-heart talk with me, I assumed it was to confide in me as brothers would.
This lad by your side is your right-hand man, and you let him in to listen too, I wouldn't mind.
But… for him to just sit at the table like this… isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Lu Qing laughed, turned to look at Zhu Yu, and said to Lu Yan, "She's more than just my right-hand person, calling her the flesh of my heart wouldn't be an exaggeration."
Upon hearing this, Lu Yan wasn't the only one who got goosebumps — even Zhu Yu felt an involuntary shiver.
She wasn't sure how other women handled such cheesy love talk, but today she was sure of one thing — she was definitely the type who found it hard to endure such mushy confessions.
