Her fingers curled inward, her nails digging into her palm, causing a prickly pain.
The habitual small gesture did not escape the man's eyes, and Yu Chiyin, regardless of her evasion, forcefully took her hand in his.
Her slender fingers were pried open, revealing several red marks on her delicate palm.
Yu Chiyin, of course, felt heartache, and seized her little hand to bring it to his lips for a kiss.
Before he could kiss it, Lu Fengxuan angrily shook off his hand.
"There's no need for these nauseating gestures. Why won't the Yan Family welcome you? Just be honest and explain clearly."
Yu Chiyin faced her angry and stubborn gaze, gradually feeling a headache coming on.
He pursed his lips and began to speak with difficulty:
"Axuan, in fact, you don't need to know these matters. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable being caught between the Yan Family and myself."
The hidden troubles behind all this should have been borne by him alone.
