Xia Weiyi's eyes lit up with green gleams, rubbing her hands together, looking like she was itching to try something.
"Humph, what's so appealing about those two? They're practically ancient when you add their ages together, still won't settle down. I'd love to see them fall flat and end up paralyzed, let's see how cool they act then!" Ye Che muttered sarcastically.
Xia Weiyi rolled her eyes at him, thinking to herself how petty this man could be. Just as she was lost in her thoughts, Ye Che suddenly reached out, grasped Xia Weiyi's chin, and tilted her little face toward him.
"You're not allowed to look at other men—look at me!" The young master was unhappy, the young master was insanely jealous.
Xia Weiyi shook her little head in dissatisfaction and retorted, "What's so great about looking at you? I've been doing it for four years now. I know every inch of you, even how many hairs you have. What's left to admire?"
