He seldom showed anger, seldom expressed any emotions. He was cold, elusive, distant.
Like a deity, one could only worship him from afar.
However, such a man, around Meng Xi'er, seemed to have acquired the emotions of a mortal. Even his expressions were vivid.
He must really like her.
Xu Lingmeng affirmed this silently, feeling a surge of fear inside of her.
The day when he would cast her aside surely was not far off.
"Stop, stop kissing!"
She stood by the sofa, glaring at Lu Yebai who lounged lazily. This guy, as soon as he was home, started kissing her. He was completely unaware of the expressions on the faces of the others. If he wasn't ashamed, she was!
Lu Yebai leaned lazily against the sofa, his voice casual. "We haven't seen each other all day, what's wrong with a kiss?"
"At least, not here." Meng Xi'er was aware of how thick-skinned he was and could only complain in a low voice.
