Gu Mansion.
The left side of the sofa, the young artist smiled warmly, seemingly noticing the unease of the person beside him, his smile became even more radiant.
On the right side of the sofa, Gu Zhuo sat restlessly, wanting to stand up but too embarrassed to do so, his right hand unconsciously picking at the seam of his pants.
He glanced at Gu Chi a few times from the corner of his eye, looking away quickly before Gu Chi noticed. He regretted more than once in his heart, thinking he shouldn't have sat on the multi-seater sofa just because Gu Chi's smile was kind when he first arrived.
If he had sat on the single-seater sofa, he wouldn't feel so cramped. But would changing seats now be mistaken as having an opinion on Gu Chi?
He remained silent, but his mind was racing, and his head unconsciously drooped down.
"Here comes the fruit!"
