Under the yellow light, Christopher stuffed one hand into his pocket, the other held a tall wine glass, a smile on his face pale but hard to hide his anger. He lifted his long slender legs and walked towards the two of them, his voice teasingly saying: "So what next? Should two people hold hands and accompany each other, lovers are finally together?".
Arianne's face was pale, and Simon was also prevented from saying much by his aura, only politely calling out: "Cousin...". "Young master Christopher...", Arianne cautiously approached him, her small hand grasping his large palm. "Are you sure you want to hold my hand?", Christopher raised her small hand, and raised it in front of Simon, smiling sarcastically: "But right now you can only hold my hand, want to hold him?
