Xie Xubai's peripheral vision caught a glimpse of her pale neck and the faint scent of fruity perfume lingering on the tip of her nose, lively yet fresh.
Mixed with the smell of champagne too, it seemed she had indulged in some alcohol.
There was a faint redness at the corner of her eyes, bright and flamboyant like fire, not the usual sober and restrained look.
The corners of his mouth lifted ever so slightly, his eyes half-closed: "Good."
Huo Sijiao lifted the corners of her mouth in satisfaction, as if in a show of defiance, wrapping her arm around Xie Xubai's and looked towards Pei Chun: "I am the guest specially invited by Brother Xubai. Why should I leave? He is pursuing me, after all."
Brother Xubai?
Pursuing?
Pei Chun's ears buzzed, fury blazing in her eyes.
The other guests around who were enjoying the spectacle also began to discuss amongst themselves.
