On the first day Tang Yanyan transferred to our school, she set her eyes on my boyfriend, Song Ling.

She made no attempt to hide her thoughts, admiringly exclaiming, "Siyi, your boyfriend is so handsome."

Song Ling, who was standing beside us with his hands in his pockets, furrowed his brows slightly and gave her a captivating smile.

He naturally had the looks of a flower boy, leaning towards the Korean style.

Tang Yanyan could hardly restrain the longing in her eyes.

I pursed my lips in displeasure.

Showing such an expression towards someone else's boyfriend, especially right in front of me, was blatant provocation.

Moreover, she was just a poor student I was sponsoring.

Being able to attend this school was solely because of my recommendation; knowing well that offending me wouldn't end well, she still chose to provoke me so openly.

Seeing that I was ignoring her, Tang Yanyan reined in her greedy expression.

"Siyi, don't be mad. I'm just purely envious. You're really lucky."

I couldn't be bothered to deal with her.

Because I saw Song Ling take a lighter out of his pocket, obscurely lighting it and then pressing it out with his thumb, his fingers turning red from the heat, all without a word.

He saw me being harassed, and he started to have an episode.

Song Ling had a congenital personality disorder, commonly known as borderline personality disorder, which made him extreme and sensitive.

We grew up together, and he only stayed this quiet and silent when he was with me.

I tenderly raised my hand to wrap his action of pressing down again with my palm.

"Song Ling, stop it."

His actions halted noticeably.

Tang Yanyan, oblivious to the danger, chimed in, "Young Master Song is so manly, it's really hard not to love him."

I almost immediately turned around and glared at her fiercely.

"Shut up."

If she continued talking, Song Ling might go berserk.

If that happened, I couldn't guarantee that Tang Yanyan would be able to walk out of the school standing up today.

After my harsh reprimand, Tang Yanyan quickly had tears in her eyes.

I couldn't be bothered with her, continuing to comfort Song Ling, "Don't be like this. I'm scared."

As soon as I said this.

Thud.

The lighter fell to the ground, and Song Ling reverted to his well-behaved self.