The air went still for a moment. No one expected Yuan Shiyao to suddenly appear and so naturally and skillfully wipe away Jiang Qingli's smeared lipstick.
Yuan Shimo's brows knitted tightly.
But before he could react, the silent shadow beside him lost its patience. It shoved Yuan Shiyao's hand away, wrapped its arms around Jiang Qingli's waist from behind, and leaned in to rest its chin on her shoulder. It stared warily at the man across from them, baring its teeth in a silent snarl, like a cat guarding its food.
Clearly, upon seeing its rival, the shadow revealed the intense hostility hidden beneath the young man's gentle exterior.
At the same time, Yuan Shimo's arm around her waist tightened slightly.
His all-encompassing scent enveloped her.
Her breathing quickened. Jiang Qingli turned her head and caught their reflection in the glass window—
