Lin Sunji wore a strange expression as she watched Bei Sangyun place dishes on Fei Chuan's plate and hand him a drink. She had seen this scene countless times at school, but this time, it felt strangely different and more disgusting.
How to put it?
Things weren't like this intimate yesterday.
Bei Sangyun was being overly affectionate and cringeworthy, referring to Fei Chuan as "my Fei Chuan" in every sentence and serving him as if Fei Chuan didn't have hands or feet.
Fei Chuan, on the other hand, remained rigid and awkward, obviously nervous, as if he were a hostage being threatened with a gun under the table.
Lin Sunji couldn't help but comment to Fei Chuan, "Blink if you need help."
Fei Chuan and Bei Sangyun glanced at her in confusion.
Lin Sunji continued without filter, "Are you being threatened by her? What did she threaten you with?"
Bei Sangyun and Fei Chuan: "...."
