Feng Yanshen and Xing Luoye stepped back inside, both looking slightly disheveled.
Feng Yanshen had a small, blooming bruise on his cheekbone, and Xing Luoye's lip was split, a thin trail of blood drying on his chin.
Their talk had clearly been more of a physical exchange than a verbal one, but the moment they crossed the threshold, they both froze.
The scene before them was far from what they expected.
Yue Yue was still tucked firmly against Han Soi's chest, but her appearance had changed completely.
Her lips were noticeably swollen and a deep, bee stung red. Her eyes were misty and unfocused, shimmering with a shy, bashful light as if she had just been thoroughly bullied, but in the most affectionate way possible.
Han Soi and Cang Yuze, however, looked remarkably composed. In fact, both men wore faint, smug smiles that they did not even try to hide.
