"Liyuan, did you notice something?"
Pei Yuhang gazed down in confusion at the Dao Companion in his arms.
The gentle Ye Liyuan he knew rarely showed such open hostility toward anyone.
"I hate that Elder Huang. One look at her and you can tell she's a tramp! She was staring at Ah Han the entire time. It was infuriating."
Ye Liyuan grumbled, nuzzling deeper into Pei Yuhang's embrace. It was as if she were trying to rub her scent all over his white robes and mark her territory.
'She was staring at me the whole time…'
Pei Yuhang hadn't really noticed. After all, nearly every woman stared at him. He was already used to their invasive, scrutinizing gazes.
'Liyuan should be used to it by now, though.'
He remembered, decades ago, when he and Liyuan had first started to develop feelings for each other. Back then, when she was still just Junior Sister Ye, Liyuan had been a little jealousy-pot.
