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It had been a long wedding event all evening and though Yixing stared longingly only from afar, his brown eyes never wandered from a certain fair-faced woman. Everything about her was immaculate—from her long hair and her blessed features to her buxom figure. A certain sadness reflected in her eyes and he ached for her, wanting to know what happened and why she felt that way.
For almost an hour, even though she was mostly alone, he had been observing her, making sure no one else made the move before him. No one was allowed to. And as Yixing takes a sip out of his champagne glass, a man approached her with a coy smile. The Chinese male’s fist tightened immediately. No.
Immediately, he walked up to them, hearing his ideal woman shake her head multiple times politely as the other tried to get her to dance with him. Yixing’s patience dropped immensely, and he cut the male he considered a stranger off. “You’re stepping over your boundaries, old man. She belongs to me and I think you’d better turn around and walk away now before I’m done with you,” his jaw clenched as he spat, “or you’d have to end up dragging yourself across the floor out of this place.”