Fu Yisi watched the somewhat adorable Ji Sang, his heart having long since softened into a mass.
She had only complimented Ling Yuxuan a few times. Ling Yuxuan was just a young lad—what was there worth caring about.
Don't be too excessive.
Fu Yisi told himself that in his heart.
He actually knew that, on a certain level, his possessiveness was somewhat frightening. Especially when it came to Ji Sang, he couldn't stand others seeing her beauty, couldn't stand others receiving too much of her attention, couldn't stand others receiving her praise.
He would get jealous.
But he could still restrain these feelings because he didn't want Ji Sang to feel constrained by his excessive possessiveness. It shouldn't be that way—she loved photography so much, loved freedom, and was so outstanding and dazzling.
Fu Yisi raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose; what was he just doing?
In the short span of half a minute, Fu Yisi's thoughts flew rapidly changing in his mind.
