Baili Wenyi's face turned pale with anger.
The shrimp meat, nearly brushing against Ye Yiheng's lips, was something she very much wanted to devour.
But her innate pride brought her rationality back, and she discarded the shrimp meat back onto the plate, cleansing her hands in a porcelain bowl.
Across the seat from her, Baili Zhengrong poured a cup of tea and moved it close to Leng Yu Yan.
"Sister, quickly have some tea."
Leng Yu Yan took the teacup and sipped a little, her breath finally steadying.
Even though she didn't want to look across the table, the two seated positions were face to face; just by lifting her head she could see. Even if she turned her face aside, her peripheral vision still caught glimpses.
At this moment, she saw Ye Yiheng speaking with Baili Wenyi about something.
The lively sound of strings and flutes meant she couldn't hear what they were saying, only that they were sitting close together.
Had they been this intimate two years ago?
