"Humans really are greedy."
But-Gu Yue's gaze landed on the beaming White-Haired Dumpling in Xu Qingjia's arms.
Go ahead and laugh. You'll be crying soon enough.
The aloof girl suddenly stood up. Under Ye Xinglan's and Xu Xiaoyan's gazes, she sat right beside Xu Qingjia, her voice shedding its usual coolness and taking on just the right touch of gentle concern. "Junior brother, I heard from Xinglan that you get carsick?"
The smile on the White-Haired Dumpling's face instantly froze. She glared warily at Gu Yue like a kitten ready to bristle at any moment, fully entering battle mode.
Xu Qingjia blinked. Things had felt a little strange lately, like a romantic battlefield, yet not quite. It looked as though two girls were fighting over him, but Gu Yue's real goal was to annoy Na'er.
Have I become part of your little game?
"Yes." Xu Qingjia nodded gently. He got "carsick," was "afraid" of thunder, and had been "sickly" since childhood.
Gu Yue looked at Xu Qingjia with concern and pulled the White-Haired Dumpling out of his arms, her tone perfectly self-righteous. "Junior sister Na'er, stop making trouble. Let our junior brother get some proper rest."
Before she had even finished speaking, her slender fingers gently supported the back of Xu Qingjia's head and pressed it firmly onto her lap. The boy's cheek rested against her skirt. Through that thin layer of fabric, he could almost feel her smooth, warm skin.
"You!" Na'er flew into a rage!
You two-faced little vixen! You're stealing him right in front of me?!
Na'er was about to act, but a single sentence from Gu Yue rooted her to the spot.
Gu Yue's cool eyes regarded her with a hint of anger. Her softened voice turned aloof again, carrying a faint note of reproach. "Junior