Chief Nian paused his wiping motion, his jade-white fingers hovering half an inch from Ruan Fu's lips.
He lowered his gaze to conceal the coldness in his eyes. When he looked up again, his expression had returned to its usual gentle and spring-like warmth. "Of course you may, as long as it's what Fufu needs."
Ruan Fu tilted her face up and smiled at him. Her brown eyes rippled with a honey-like glow, and the fine fuzz on the tips of her ears trembled slightly with each breath.
Her innocent appearance made Chief Nian's Adam's apple bob, but it caused An Bei, who was leaning nearby, to suddenly tighten his grip.
His icy blue, slit-like pupils shrank into thin lines, and dark scale patterns crept from the side of his neck up to his ears. Suddenly, he clamped down on the young woman's slender wrist and yanked her into his arms.
"It's not an outsider's place to worry about my fiancée's affairs."
