He is........ dead.

Ji Yao rubbed his temple in annoyance. He could feel the great sense of guilt coming from her and didn't need to probe any further. The fact that she hurriedly went on the defence as soon as she saw him made her look even more suspicious.

The person she was guarding herself against was so smitten the previous night that he even forgot to mention what happened between him and Xiaoyu.

"Why would he do that?" asked Ji Yao curious to know what sort of excuse she will come up with.

Xiaoyu shifted a little closer with her eyes red and swollen from all the crying. She bit her lip that had deepened in colour from all the weeping. This tragic beauty appearance could arouse a desire to protect from all who saw it but Ji Yao was unaffected.