Xiao watched from atop a rooftop, a white-knuckled grip on his jade spear. Amber eyes were illuminated in the darkness of the night, limbs tense, gaze focused solely on you.

Hm..

He doesn’t like how close the guy is standing next to you. Doesn’t like the way he touches your shoulder. Xiao feels something protective, almost possessive in his heart as his eyes narrow.

When the guy is gone, Xiao finally approaches, silent as a shadow.