Thirty-Four Frames

Whether he smiled coldly, mockingly, or even, on occasion, with some ulterior motive, he was rather handsome.

In a few years, once Pei Ling had grown up and shed his youthful air, he would surely outshine even Feng Changdong.

"Then take a few more looks at me, Senior Sister. Stop looking at people who have nothing to do with us."

Qiao Ranran: "..." Why did that sound so strange?

As though lightning had struck her Baihui Acupoint, an absurd thought flashed through Qiao Ranran's mind, and she blurted out, "Junior Brother Pei, you shouldn't act like that. It almost sounds as if you're jealous."

Pei Ling's pupils trembled.

Jealous? No, he couldn't possibly be jealous. It was more like someone coveting something he had already dragged into his territory, or the discomfort of knowing someone was in one camp while their heart belonged to another.

Pei Ling wondered how he had handled situations like this in his previous life. If there was no good show to watch, he probably just crushed the offender.

Pei Ling curved his lips into a cold, ill-intentioned smile Qiao Ranran had once found quite attractive. "I'm only worried you'll be deceived by a handsome face, Senior Sister, and make a decision you'll regret."

"I won't, I won't." Qiao Ranran shook her head furiously. Everyone appreciated beauty, but she had not reached the point where her principles followed a pretty face. Besides, this was Feng Changdong. Somehow, it was different.

Pei Ling caught the momentary flicker in Qiao Ranran's gaze and nearly laughed in anger. She stood right in front of him, talking to him, and she could still let her mind wander to someone else. Pei Ling rubbed his fingers together, then abruptly softened his voice. "Actually, I came to see you because I need