Poor little thing is in a mess in Shura Field

101-1

Chapter 101

Xin Xiao sat upright on the stool, holding his chopsticks tightly, and raised his long legs under the table, kicking Yan Jueshen mercilessly, "Don't be so annoying."

Yan Jueshen glanced at Xue Yu's clenched hands pressed on his knees, trembling, as if he wanted to reach out and pinch him. Somehow, his mood became better, and he didn't even think about Xin Xiao's unreasonable behavior.

Xue Yu's heartbeat was slightly faster, and when he sat aside, his waist was still numb from being rubbed.

He raised his head, afraid that Zhuang Xianting would be angry, so he didn't dare to pick up the chopsticks.

Since coming out of the restricted area, Zhuang Xianting's nerves have become very sharp. Feeling someone looking at him, he immediately lowered his eyes, and then he saw Xue Yu's timid and a little busy eyes.

He paused for two seconds with his wrist holding the chopsticks, and put on a decent smile, "Is the food not to your taste, Teacher Pei?"

His tone and expression were natural.

He didn't seem to be angry because of Yan Jueshen's recklessness.

Xue Yu shook his head, leaned forward a little, picked up the chopsticks, and stopped looking at Zhuang Xianting.

In fact, Xue Yu was a little strange, not sure whether Zhuang Xianting was too insensitive or too generous. Under normal circumstances, Zhuang Xianting should scold Yan Jueshen and then secretly swear to Xue Yu his sovereignty over his spouse.

But Zhuang Xianting did not do that. On the contrary, he was too calm, with a nonchalant smile on the corner of his lips.

It really didn't look like the authentic expression of a partner being jealous because his partner touched someone else.

It's hard to say, maybe he was jealous, but he didn't show it.

The dining table was a four-person seat. Xue Yu sat next to Yan Jueshen and Zhuang Xianting. He wanted to change seats, but Zhuang Xianting stopped him on the grounds that it was not troublesome, so he could only continue to maintain this not-so-good seating order.

Xue Yu was sweating slightly while eating. He didn't know what Xin Xiao said to Yan Jueshen. Yan Jueshen seemed very interested in his teaching. The whole dinner was echoing with the questions he asked Xin Xiao.

Asking how Xue Yu's teaching was and whether there has been any progress during this period, like a parent who really cares about the future of his child.

Xin Xiao was a little impatient, but he answered every question.

Xue Yu silently took note of Xin Xiao's nonsense to prevent himself from being exposed later.

He was a little thirsty because of the sudden development. Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he lowered his head to drink the soup, slightly opened his lips and took a sip without making any sound.

The temperature of the soup did not drop. Xue Yu drank two spoons and suddenly his shoulders trembled slightly. He groaned, but it was not because of the burn. He lowered his eyes and saw that his hand between his legs was held by the hand of the man next to him.

The broad palm covered the back of his hand, holding a few knuckles, and the fingertips scraped between his fingers twice.

It was not very rough, but it was very unpresentable, rubbing and grinding.

Xue Yu frowned and pursed his slightly moist mouth, revealing his tangled and nervous emotions. He realized that Yan Jueshen mistook him for Zhuang Xianting and was touching him, and he didn't know how to solve it.