Gu Qingheng came directly over and took Yang Ruxin's shoulder in a possessive manner, his gaze carrying a hint of provocation.
Song San's eyes narrowed slightly, really wanting to chop off that hand resting on the young girl's shoulder.
"We were originally enjoying the scenery, but then Young Master Song San suddenly went on a killing spree; it was hard to ignore," Yang Ruxin's lips curved slightly, "You also mentioned that the Buddhist temple is a place of tranquility, isn't it a bit too much?"
"Whether it's too much depends on who it is," Song San's smile turned devilish, "If Lady Xinxin is showing admiration for me, I would be very pleased."
Guilt surged through Gu Qingheng, this was a blatant attempt to steal his girl. He had always known this guy was up to no good.
