"Stop dreaming, she's mine." A deep, mellow voice came from the doorway. Who else could it be but Long Yubei?
Rong Fei turned his head and locked eyes with Long Yubei.
Even without exchanging words, the sparks in their eyes clashed, and an invisible battle was about to erupt.
Rong Fei slowly stood up, "She's yours now, but she might not always be."
"Besides me, no one else can handle her." A layer of cold frost covered Long Yubei's face, "Especially not you, Rong Fei."
"Oh, really?" Rong Fei threw back, "Let's wait and see."
Long Yubei sat down beside Gu Lili, then grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace, ignoring Rong Fei. He looked down and whispered, "It's one thing to bring attention before, but now even flies and bugs are drawn to you. Don't I need to teach you a lesson? Hmm?"
