Bei Sangyun stiffened. It was a gentle touch, but the lingering sensation of Fei Chuan's finger on her cheek made her heart race, her cheeks flushing involuntarily.
She blinked in a daze.
Silence engulfed the room, broken only by the soft patter of milk tea droplets hitting the floor. Everyone stood dumbfounded.
No one had expected the tyrant to face such an unexpected assault. But what was more unexpected was Fei Chuan's interruption.
Even Sophia and Lin Sunji hadn't anticipated that the usually quiet man would leap forward to shield Bei Sangyun from the drink.
Fei Chuan lifted his eyes, fixing a dark gaze on the perpetrator. "You ask people to be polite to you. But do you deserve it?"
Sophia was left utterly stumped.
Bei Sangyun woke up abruptly. She stood up in a hurry. "Let's get you cleaned." She took Fei Chuan's hand and pulled him away.
