"Speak of the devil, and he shall appear," Feng Yuyue arrived, clad in a black trench coat, a smile playing on his lips. He headed straight for Lin Xileng, naturally grasping her hand in his, "My Xiaoxi, you're beautiful today as well."
Lin Xileng awkwardly withdrew her hand, "Please sit farther away."
"I like sitting next to Xiaoxi," Feng Yuyue said, while picking up a small pastry from the table and bringing it to her lips, "Ah."
"I'm not hungry…" Lin Xileng shifted forcefully towards Han Zishi, her eyes pleading with him to stop Feng Yuyue quickly.
Han Zishi wrapped his arms around Lin Xileng in a domineering manner, glaring at Feng Yuyue, "My person, I'll take care of her. Keep your distance."
As he watched him with arms crossed and an air of nonchalance, Feng Yuyue wasn't the least bit intimidated, "Your person? Han Zishi, are you her boyfriend, or her husband? Where do you get the courage to say that? Or perhaps, are you saying this as her elder brother?"
