The chilling voice, accompanied by an aura as menacing as Satan's, instantly enveloped Xia Xiyan in a sheet of frost.
Xiyan hugged her arms and quickly dodged behind Yin Qianze, sticking out her tongue at Ou Jue, "I wasn't even talking about you! Why are you so worked up?"
Ou Jue placed the cup in his hand down, his expression icy, "Come here!"
"Not going."
"Xia Xiyan, don't make me come over there to drag you back myself."
Yin Qianze, caught in the middle, looked utterly helpless. "Alright, you two, stop it already… Ou Jue, Xia is still a girl, can't you let her be, just this once?"
Ou Jue sneered coldly, crossing his arms and eyeing Xiyan disdainfully, "What part of her looks like a girl?"
Clumsy and clueless, with a temper as stubborn as hell—does she even remember who dragged her out of the typhoon last night?
Ou Jue's gaze fixed sharply on Xiyan as she hid behind Qianze.
Hmph, already found a new backer, huh? Heartless woman.
