The Apple of Discord

October 23, 20XX (Wednesday)

Zhao Manor

David watched the hand that Mei Lin had slapped with awe and amazement. His blood thrilled that Miss M was the first to initiate touch between them. He smirked and brought his hand into his lips and kissed it while Mei Lin watched with disgust. Her face scrunched and the wrinkle in her nose made David more fascinated with her. He wanted to bottle up everything she does and own it for himself.

Finally, David saw Chen Zhong's hand gripping on Mei Lin's shoulder to stop her from any unnecessary movement. Fool slapped Chen Zhong's hand and snarled, "Don't touch Miss M that roughly!"