I wondered whether old Krell would cry if he heard those comments. At the very least, it showed that the white-haired fox thought much more highly of him than she did most of her family elders. Couldn't that be considered a kind of expectation?
All right, old Krell Belmont, you can hold your head high now.
Yu Lian couldn't help glancing in the direction he'd gone. The guy seemed not to have noticed what was happening over here at all. He hadn't even seemed to notice Yamida's arrival, as though the half a leg of lamb he'd just polished off had been nothing but an illusion.
He moved effortlessly through the crowd, graceful and elegant, with a dignified bearing. If you hadn't seen him earlier, hiding in the corner of the lounge and drinking and gnawing on a leg of lamb with Yu Lian, anyone would have praised him as a handsome young gentleman in a corrupt world. He'd even started flirting, and actually got a young, fresh-faced waitress giggling.
He was moving fast!
"Constructive work, huh? What's this playboy been constructing?"
"That's the same question you were about to ask him. Don't rush. We'll talk about it."
Yani giggled, touched a finger to her cherry-red lips, then pressed it against Yu Lian's. "Oh, right. Teacher Yani's reward for you, since you were so well-behaved just now."
Did that really count as a reward? Would she dare do it without a mediator, right here in public?
Yu Lian quickly realized this was probably a reward for not going off to dance with that pretty doctor earlier. He chuckled. "What would've happened if I'd actually taken Krell up on his suggestion and gone to enjoy myself—say, by dancing with that lady?"
He put a little extra emphasis on "Krell's suggestion."
Yamida