Although Xingxing really does have a top-notch figure—well, but with Qin Xian eyeing her like a tiger stalking its prey, it's fine to feast our eyes for a moment, but if we linger—her admirer behind her is likely to die of jealousy.
Yinuo nudged Yichuan, who had come to see the sorry state of Yu Zexiao. Having seen it, and quite thoroughly at that, he wouldn't stay any longer. He immediately smiled and nodded, "Alright, alright." The group prepared to leave. Just before departing, Yinuo seemed to remember something and pulled out the Alexandre-de-Paris hairpin from his pocket. He teasingly stuffed it into Yu Zexiao's embrace, winking at him, "I wouldn't have guessed, Xingxing, although you have a sharp tongue, you really do understand a woman's heart. Knowing to buy her such a hairpin!
Yu Zexiao was confused and took the butterfly-shaped hairpin, frowning, "What is this?"
Yinuo was taken aback, "This hairpin, wasn't it a gift you gave to Miss Jian?"
