As though he had heard something utterly ridiculous, Fu Zhiyan curled his lips and gave a mocking scoff.
[What right do you have?]
Fu Zhiyan coldly delivered that question, its intended recipient unclear, while the veiled self-loathing in his eyes deepened.
Fu Hanchuan's jaw tightened, fierce aggression surging wildly in his eyes.
His body tensed as he leaned forward slightly.
One arm circled Wen Yanyu's waist while his other hand held the back of his head, keeping him from turning around and confining him firmly within his embrace.
It seemed like simple restraint, but also like a fear of letting his lover see his ugly side.
He retaliated without the slightest courtesy.
The two traded remarks.
No profanity.
Every word struck a sore spot.
They were speaking neither their native language nor one widely taught through exam-oriented education.
Wen Yanyu was completely lost and could not understand a single sentence.
But that did not stop him from hearing the intense hostility between them. He tried to lift his head, only to find himself held completely immobile, his vision pitch-black.
Unease swiftly swept through his entire body.
Even without seeing, he knew the situation was spiraling out of control.
Wen Yanyu reached out and clutched the man's shirt, beginning to tremble involuntarily.
Feeling the faint trembling of the person in his arms, Fu Hanchuan lowered his eyes slightly, loosened his hold a little, and gently patted him.
The cameraman filming them looked apprehensive, unsure whether this counted as a broadcast incident or whether he should keep filming.
[Please speak Xia! Where's my royal translator?! What were Brother Doesn't Love and Puppy Bro just saying?!]
[Puppy Bro said, "Are you jealous?" Brother Doesn't Love seemed to say, "What are you?" I didn't understand that part. Then he said, "He's my lover. Stay