"What are you looking at?" Ye Yan noticed that Fu Xingzhou had been staring at her hands.
Both had hands with long, slender joints and cool, pale skin, which, intertwined, were pleasing to behold.
"It's nothing. I'll take you somewhere tomorrow."
The singing nearby resumed, the previous singer had switched to "Half Moon Serenade," an emotional tune with undulating melodies that seemed to slowly narrate a touching story.
"Why did you ask me to come here?" Today was a gathering of his social circle, and she shouldn't have been there.
"What do you think?" Fu Xingzhou lounged on the sofa, with a cigarette halfway burned in his left hand, "I brought you here as a shield."
Ye Yan was puzzled.
Fu Xingzhou chuckled lowly, "If you weren't sitting here, there would be people constantly pushing women towards me."
Looking around, indeed, there was a lovely young woman sitting beside each man, all of whom were exceptional in figure and beauty.
