They had already sensed the crisis and felt trapped. As soon as they stood up, they were blocked on both sides by Liu Yitian and his friends, and Liu Yitian's smile turned somewhat sinister, "Don't tell me you're not giving me face?"
Qiao Xia was indignant. Meng Qian said, "Young Master Liu, we have other things to do, let's meet another day."
"Today is a good day. Why set another date? You're putting on quite the air. I, personally, am asking you to stay. Don't be so pretentious," Liu Yitian didn't regard Qiao Xia and Meng Qian at all, deeming their dress and manner to be nothing more than them trying out new experiences.
Qiao Xia gave a brilliant smile, "Young Master Liu, a melon forced off its vine is not sweet. There are plenty who want to drink with you. Why insist on troubling us?"
"I just fancy that pretty little face of yours." Liu Yitian's finger traced over Qiao Xia's face. "This skin is really as tender as they say..."
