After Xiao Muli warned me about Brown Lya, he turned his head and immediately adopted a different expression; the sharp look in his eyes disappeared, replaced by a face now less tense, eyes brimming with tenderness and affection. "Xiao Xin, don't get me wrong, I really don't know her at all."
Xiao Muli wanted to say more, but his words were cut off by Situ Xin's smile-laced reply. "Brother Muli, I trust you. I've known you for so many years and I'm familiar with your character. A woman like her, even if she throws herself at you, you would never spare her a glance." Situ Xin said this in the language of Country Y. It was deliberate; she intended for Brown Lya to hear it.
Although, Situ Xin knew that she and this Brown, Lya, had no connection whatsoever. However, the thought of another woman eyeing her man irritated her. Unconsciously, Situ Xin had already counted Xiao Muli among her most treasured possessions.
