Just now, if he had been by Jiutiao Meijie's side, he would have been able to hold onto her no matter what happened.
But because of her argument with Kiyono Lin, Dubian Che intentionally lagged behind, creating this situation.
Before he could reach out, Jiutiao Meijie suddenly stretched out her long leg, sheathed in black pantyhose, and deftly hooked Kiyono Lin's long-socked foot.
"Ah!" a soft exclamation.
In her panic, Kiyono Lin also managed to support herself with her hands.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her face cold, her tone devoid of inflection.
"Conforming to the views of the world, erasing one's own personality, abandoning one's goals, pretending to be gentle to gain others' favor—of the three of us present, isn't Mr. Dubian the only one full of lies? Kiyono Lin, it seems you have no right to criticize me."
Watching Kiyono Lin's face grow even colder, Jiutiao Meijie's mood naturally brightened.
