Just Enough for a Mahjong Table

"Go ahead."

With a wave of his hand, Jiang Li summoned a breeze that swept the ground clean, then made a gentlemanly gesture inviting White Xue to sit.

"Why don't... we change places?"

Thinking of Ling Yuan Douluo hiding behind the tree, White Xue's eyelids twitched. A flicker of panic appeared on her face, and she couldn't help grabbing Jiang Li's arm as she spoke.

"Why?"

Jiang Li asked as he looked into White Xue's eyes.

"I suddenly feel like this spot isn't very good."

White Xue felt a little guilty under Jiang Li's gaze. She lowered her head and spoke softly.

"Is that so?"

Jiang Li glanced at White Xue, then casually swept his gaze over the tree where Ling Yuan Douluo was hiding. "I think this spot is quite nice."

Since Ling Yuan Douluo wanted to hide in the shadows and watch, he would let her watch to her heart's content.

"No need to say anything else. We'll stay here."

White Xue still wanted to say something, but Jiang Li gave her no chance. He directly took her hand, and the two of them sat down beneath the tree.

Leaning against the trunk, White Xue felt her entire body stiffen.

On one hand, she worried that Jiang Li would discover Ling Yuan Douluo hiding in the shadows and expose her identity.

On the other hand, Jiang Li was simply sitting far too close to her.

The two sat shoulder to shoulder against the tree trunk.

"You..."

Suddenly, White Xue's body gave an involuntary shudder.

Jiang Li's hand had climbed onto her delicate hand.

White Xue instinctively tried to pull her hand back, but Jiang Li held it tightly.

White Xue turned and glared at Jiang Li, but he acted as if he hadn't seen it.

He openly played