He glared at Lin Yinuo fiercely, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces with his eyes.

She stomped her foot and muttered under her breath, "He just makes me angry."

She then forcefully shook off Lu Qingzhou's hand and said with dissatisfaction, "You always side with others."

Lu Qingzhou quickly grabbed her again, his face full of a flattering smile, and coaxed, "No way, I love you the most, you are my good little puppy."

As soon as he said it, he couldn't help but shudder, finding his words incredibly cheesy.

Su Qingyao felt a sweet warmth in her heart, but outwardly she turned her head away, refusing to look at him, though she retorted sharply, "Hmph, you need to say nice things. You're not allowed to say those words to anyone else in the future."

After saying that, he glared at Lin Yinuo and turned to walk angrily towards the courtyard of the guesthouse.

Lin Yinuo watched from the side, her heart filled with envy. She wished she could be like Su Qingyao, able to act coquettishly towards him without any reservations.

A hint of loneliness flickered in her eyes, and her fingers unconsciously tugged at the hem of her clothes, wrinkling it.

Leng Yue sat in the courtyard with her back to the sun, her arms crossed over her chest, seemingly relaxed and at ease, but in reality, her eyes kept glancing at Lu Qingzhou and the others out of the corner of her eye.

He watched Su Qingyao's departing figure quietly, then turned his gaze to Lin Yinuo.

I secretly admired this woman's thick skin; she really had it!

However, a hint of admiration was also revealed in her eyes, and she secretly blamed herself for being timid.

Why don't I have the courage to express my feelings as boldly as Yinuo?

Am I destined to be just a bystander?

No! What should I do? What should I do?

To be honest, she really couldn't bring herself to be as shameless as Lin Yinuo.

She bit her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with confusion, and finally sighed softly.

......

Zhang Ruoshui's room

Mu Shaohua held a glass of water in her hand, taking sips from time to time, chatting with Zhang Ruoshui.

Seeing Su Qingyao walk in expressionlessly, a teasing smile involuntarily appeared on her lips. She said sarcastically, "What? I was just joking with you. Is it really necessary to be so angry now? Tch."

His tone was somewhat nonchalant, as if he were talking about something trivial, while he gently shook the water glass in his hand and looked at Su Qingyao with amusement.