He curled his lips, lowered his eyes, like a cat with its fur puffed up, soothing down instantly with just a gentle stroke by its owner's little hand.
"Good heavens," Dong Huiying, across from him, a woman exclaimed with an incredulous, shocked expression, "Sister Xiao Dong, we haven't seen each other for many days, and your skin has really thickened. I am truly astounded!"
Dong Huiying cast a lazy glance at the other, "Anyway, if you want to take a look, it's a tael of silver; if you don't want to shell out silver, then mind your own eyeballs."
At that, those who had previously been murmuring in admiration suddenly stepped back a few paces. No messing with that; Sister Xiao Dong was genuinely becoming more and more domineering.
Was anyone that protective? They were merely taking a look after all. But look at her, treating that treasure so preciously—as if the tall man behind her was one of her eyeballs, constantly and carefully guarded. Tsk tsk tsk.
