Yu Liang smiled as he saw his little bunny approach him, she was adorned in the finest of attires, the cream colour silk cloth fitting her complexion, her face was covered, obstructing his view from gazing into her cat like eyes.
He moved forward to receive her, a waiter had come to collect the glass from his hands.
Samara grew nervous each time she came down the stairs and approached Yu Liang further. She knew she had nothing to worry about, but the thought of how he had held her neck kept rising in her mind, and she couldn't make it stop.
She felt her mother stop, and it dawned on her that she had reached him. She brought her hands forward, and Yu Liang kissed it like a gentleman would, but he was no gentleman, this was all a facade!
Yu Liang placed his large hands on hers and moved forward, he helped her reach their seats, and they both sat there watching the guests
