Extreme Pampering

Shen Zhiyi was the first to react, striding two steps towards Pei Yu and smoothly freeing herself from Huo Heng’s grasp. She looked up at the aloof young man in front of her with a puzzled expression, "Did you wait for me?"

Pei Yu’s eyes drooped, his expression indifferent, his youthful, dark brows and eyes outlined like ink strokes, took on a cold hue as if covered in a layer of frost, making him difficult to scrutinize closely. Instead of answering, he asked in a lowered tone, "Who is he?"

Huo Heng also called out from behind, "Shen Zhiyi."

Caught between the two young men, Shen Zhiyi felt a headache coming on. She did not want to involve outsiders in her affairs, especially not Pei Yu.

"He’s a friend," she managed to explain, turning her head to say to Huo Heng, "I’m going home, don’t come looking for me again."

Huo Heng stood a few steps away, not rashly approaching. Although he was speaking to Shen Zhiyi, his eyes were fixed on Pei Yu. They were clearly about the same age, yet the young man stood with cold, alluring red lips, extraordinarily handsome. Whether in dress or demeanor, he exuded the polished grace of the wealthy, a dignity starkly different from his own.

Seeing him now beside Shen Zhiyi forced Huo Heng to admit that he and Shen Zhiyi were now worlds apart.

"Zhiyi," his lips quivered, ashamed to speak under the cold gaze of the young man, "besides you, I don’t know whom else to turn to..."

At that moment, Pei Yu spoke, wearily lifting his hand and lightly touching the strands of hair at Shen Zhiyi’s collarbone, "I don’t want to wait anymore, are you leaving or not?"