This made Lu Xueyan feel extremely ashamed.
Adjacent, Wang Yuyan had just finished eating, but her rosy cherry lips were outrageously pouted, as if she had suffered a great wrong.
Zhang Xiaomeng sat beside Wang Yuyan, gently pulling her into his embrace.
Wang Yuyan struggled, muttering, "Don't touch me, just go touch that vixen."
"She's our enemy, yet you seemed so happy to touch her."
A hint of a smile crossed Zhang Xiaomeng's lips, his arms holding Wang Yuyan grew even tighter.
"Yuyan, are you jealous?"
Wang Yuyan snorted, unwilling to engage with Zhang Xiaomeng, her delicate hands trying to move Zhang Xiaomeng's grip, which was like a tiger's clamp on her own hands, but she wasn't strong enough to break free.
"You bad guy, let go of me."
"I don't like you anymore."
Wang Yuyan's words were full of anger, yet helpless, with a hint of blame.
Zhang Xiaomeng explained, "Yuyan, wasn't I just compromising to get by?"
