"How thoughtful," Yao Tang commented as she took a sip of her milk tea. "Is that why you're at this party?" A small, amused smile appeared on her lips.
"Are you very close with Sheng Ting?"
When she heard this, she turned around and narrowed her eyes at Cheng Yan.
He was peering at her quietly, his eyes filled with unmistakable hunger.
The two locked gazes for one tense moment.
Then, something occurred to Yao Tang, and she cocked her head to the side and smirked.
"Are you jealous of him?"
She looked like a cunning fox who was about to secure its prey.
Cheng Yan cleared his throat, struggling to keep his desires in check.
"Haven't I made it clear enough yet?" he countered softly.
"Really?" Yao Tang raised an eyebrow. "Over a nobody from the countryside?"
"Maybe I just prefer girls from the countryside."
They fell into silence, the air around them charged with a new and nameless tension.
