Melina confirmed two things:
1. Xuelin really was a bit of a green tea bitch; she loved the feeling of being fought over by more valuable Banshees, which gave her life meaning.
2. Dovini truly was completely oblivious; she could respond to Xuelin’s fake "ahem" coughing fit by excitedly asking, "Is your throat okay?" And when Xuelin replied, "I'm fine," Dovini would say, "Great, now let's discuss music for another hour!"
She was thoroughly enjoying herself.
Murong Ruo's eyes carried an incredulous joy, and tears surged down like a breached dam as she hugged Jimo back in return.
He was a man of about twenty-five, with short, messy bangs falling across his face, fair skin, and the high-bridged nose typical of Westerners. A pair of emerald-green eyes were as clear as a forest. At this moment, he was curled up into a ball, held casually by the hand of Anketi, who was dressed in cool and striking black leather jacket and pants.
Chapter 720