Hu Baiyu looked up slowly.
Feng Yiren's red tail swished behind him, and his voice became even sharper because the more hurt he felt, the more his mouth became wicked. "You cannot even control yourself around our female? She only sat on you for a little while and you already scared her away."
Hu Baiyu's eyes widened slightly.
Then his lion ears drooped lower.
The words hit exactly where Feng Yiren wanted them to hit, and for one small ugly moment, the fox felt satisfied. If he could not be the one sitting there with Lin Huahua on his lap, then at least Hu Baiyu should not sit there looking happy either. That was a terrible thought, but Feng Yiren was petty enough to have it and honest enough in his heart to know he had it.
Hu Baiyu lowered his eyes.
