Mo Rao looked at Tong Yue suspiciously. "Do you miss me or Xiao Yan?"
Tong Yue avoided her gaze and stammered, "Rao Rao, don't spout nonsense!"
Mo Rao gossiped, "I saw a certain someone staring at Xiao Yan like a fan just now, but she didn't look at me that much."
"Mo Rao…"
Tong Yue was about to retort when she saw Xiao Yan walking over from the corner of her eye.
She immediately retracted her expression and waved at Xiao Yan.
"Are you here to see Mo Rao?" Xiao Yan stood in front of Tong Yue and gazed at her gently.
Every time she looked into Xiao Yan's eyes, Tong Yue felt as if her soul was possessed. She felt dizzy, as if she had drunk a cup of aged wine.
Tong Yue had to admit that she enjoyed this feeling. She felt like she was floating towards the only source of light like a bubble emitting colorful colors.
And Xiao Yan was that beam of light.
"Yes, yes," Tong Yue replied in a panic.
