Yanmei's gaze shifted between both of them before she asked, "What exactly kept both of you so occupied?"
Instead of answering the question Lingling stepped closer, taking Yanmei's hand in one smooth motion before she could react and then reaching back to catch Xuanyan's, pulling both of them forward as if the matter was already settled.
"Lingling— what are you doing?" Yanmei protested under her breath, her usual composure slipping for a fleeting instant as she found herself dragged along without warning. Being dragged like this was uncomfortable enough; doing it in front of junior brother Xuanyan only made it worse.
Lingling continued walking, the corners of her lips lifting faintly. Yanmei's eyes flicked toward Xuanyan, a silent accusation flashing in her gaze, as if blaming him entirely for the situation.
