When Bai Xuexiao spoke, his gaze was fixed on Xi Yan, who had a tense expression and seemed somewhat displeased. Her hair had grown longer recently, and women with long hair always exuded a gentle and virtuous aura, while those with short hair appeared very lively. However, Xi Yan was stunning, like a rose with thorns, no matter how much she hurt him, he never thought of giving up. Many times, he wondered if he had a masochistic streak; but in reality, it wasn't that—because he liked her, he found pleasure in the pain that came from the person he adored.
"Yeah, the more the merrier," Qin Yucen said, pulling on Xi Yan, "I was thinking of calling you, but as fate would have it, we bumped into each other. Isn't that right, Yanyan?"
Xi Yan gave a slight smile, "Yeah, you always like a lively scene."
"So Bai is it your treat today?" inquired Qin Yucen, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course, it's on me," Bai Xuexiao replied eagerly, "Come on, let's not stand at the entrance."
