"Do you two know each other?"
Jiang Ruan tilted her head slightly, watching them dubiously. How did her average-looking boyfriend, a quintessential rich and handsome Crown Prince, get involved with someone like Bo Qingyu?
How did these two men meet?
They aren't from the same world, are they?
Bo Qingyu's cherry red lips twitched into a smirk, squinting his eyes, "Possibly, all the good-looking ones are in the same circle."
Jiang Ruan shot the flirtatious fox a blank look.
Turning, she gripped Fu Chi's hand: "Don't get too close to the virus. You might get infected."
Saying this, she began to drag the man towards the cabin.
Fu Chi naturally raised no objections, holding the girl's hand with their fingers entwined, his lips curling up slightly in response, "Okay."
It seemed their little friend didn't favor this lot.
He was relieved.
Bo Qingyu leaned against the railing, his tongue running along his cheek, watching the retreating figures with a contemplative gaze.
