Su Yue pulled the four edges of the cushion to smoothen it before putting it aside.
Bai Jing momentarily became awkward, and she stole a furtive glance at the cushion. She realized that the picture of the man was really Yan Rusheng.
Her gaze landed on Su Yue and hatred gleamed in her eyes. But she faked an apologetic smile and stammered, "Sorry… I… I didn't know."
Su Yue was so protective and uptight over a cushion. If Su Yue knew that she had fallen in love with her third brother, wouldn't she fall out with her?
Bai Jing was still quietly seething with fury when Yan Rusheng's voice disrupted her thoughts. "Give me the cushion."
He stretched his hand towards Su Yue.
"Okay." Su Yue grabbed the cushion and passed it to Yan Rusheng.
Yan Rusheng received the cushion and put it gently on his lap. He lovingly gazed at it with a tender smile.
Bai Jing quietly observed him and his smile completely melted her.
What should she do?
