Lu Liangwei threw him a look over her shoulder. "Why were you so fierce just now? You scared Long Xuan off."
"Was I?" Long Yang arched an eyebrow.
"Yes, very." Lu Liangwei nodded firmly.
Long Yang stroked her long hair and looked askance at her. "Are you upset that I was fierce to him?"
"..." Lu Liangwei could practically smell his jealousy.
"You think too much." She rolled her eyes at him.
Long Yang merely responded with a silent purse of his lips.
His sudden silence and the vastness of his dark eyes made it difficult for Lu Liangwei to gauge his thoughts, but she had been together with him long enough to know that he was not his usual self.
He was clearly hiding something.
"What's the matter?" She poked his arm.
"Nothing." Long Yang released his hold on her, took her hand, and led her to the stone table.
