Was she overthinking things?
She glanced at Ding Xiang again. Ding Xiang's typically innocent expression was unchanged; she maintained about two fists' distance from Han Lie, her attention fixed on the snacks on the coffee table.
It seemed she had indeed overthought it—maybe the scoundrel had just sat down randomly.
Random or not, it wasn't acceptable!
She got up again and patted Han Lie's shoulder. "You sit here. I can't relax if Xiang Xiang isn't glued to me."
I reckon it's you who can't relax, right?!
Han Lie complained inwardly, yet his actions were decisive—he promptly moved over.
"Sure, I'm fine with anything. Hey, drink less."
Han Lie sat back to Chen Yanfei's right, and Chen Yanfei now sat between him and Ding Xiang.
Although her little maneuver hadn't worked, she had at least managed to gauge a definite attitude.
This woman, seemingly easy-going, was guarding against Han Lie as if he were a thief. Or was she guarding Ding Xiang? It amounted to the same thing.
