Ou Jue hadn't even had time to react before Xiyan blew up first, rudely yanking Qianmo's hand away. "Let go of your hand!"
Qiao Qianmo lifted her gaze and met Xiyan's serious little face.
The young girl, as if staking her claim, wrapped her arm around Ou Jue's and declared word by word, "He's mine. Got it?"
"Yours?" Qiao Qianmo's eyes burned red with fury. "Just because you say he's yours, does that make him yours?! Ou Jue is a human being. Saying that, what do you take him for? A possession?"
Xiyan ignored Qianmo, raising her small face to look at the handsome one nearby. "You tell me, are you mine or not?"
Her tone carried a hint of interrogation.
Ou Jue allowed Xiyan to cling to him and looked down, the corners of his lips curling ever so slightly. Following her lead, he lowered his voice to reply, "Mm, I'm yours."
How's that?
Xiyan smugly shot a glance at Qiao Qianmo and tightened her grip on Ou Jue's arm.
Qiao Qianmo felt as though her eyes were about to be blinded.
