As he said this, he glared at Meng Zisu fiercely.
When he saw this woman for the first time, he was stunned by her appearance.
Of course, what was even more amazing was the unparalleled handsomeness of the young man next to him, but he was a man after all, and Xi Feiyang was not a gay, so he quickly focused his attention on Meng Zisu.
Meng Zisu is like a blooming peony, pink and white in color, pure and soft, blooming with thirst yet revealing a charming allure. In terms of appearance alone, she is much better than Meng Baiya.
Facing such a beauty, Xi Feiyang just felt a little bit of love in his heart, but then he saw her treating Meng Baiya coldly and rudely.
Meng Baiya went up to her enthusiastically and called her sister, but was not only humiliated but also almost hurt.
Looking at the girl in his arms, trying hard to hold back her tears, wanting to cry but not daring to, and smelling the faint fragrance emanating from the girl, Xi Feiyang suddenly became angry. He felt that he had an obligation to protect this kind, gentle and fragile girl.
Xi Feiyang stared coldly at Meng Zisu, "Who are you? Do you have any manners? Bai Ya was talking to you nicely, why did you use force?"
Meng Zisu's face was cold and she was about to speak.
Meng Baiya took the lead and grabbed Xi Feiyang and said, "Brother Xi, don't blame my sister. She didn't mean it."
"You didn't mean it?" Xi Feiyang grabbed her hand and said angrily, "Look, your hand is bleeding, and you are still speaking for her. Bai Ya, why are you so kind?"
There were three bloody marks on the back of the girl's fair hand, which were obviously scratched by fingernails.
Of course Xi Feiyang immediately thought that it was Meng Zisu who deliberately scratched the back of Bai Ya's hand when she pushed her away just now.
Meng Baiya retracted her hand and hid it behind her back as if she was frightened. She stammered, "No, it's okay. It doesn't matter if I'm hurt. As long as sister is happy and doesn't blame me anymore, I don't care about anything."
Xi Feiyang felt both pity and anger in his heart. He suddenly thought of something and looked at Meng Zisu and said loudly, "You said she was your sister. So, she is the fiancée that Yan Huai broke off the engagement with? The eldest daughter of the Meng family who lost her virginity?"
Meng Zisu's face suddenly became paler than before, like rice paper.
The hands hanging by his sides were clenched into fists, with nails digging deep into his palms.
She didn't dare to look up, didn't dare to look at Meng Baiya's hidden pride, didn't dare to look at the contempt on Xi Feiyang and Xi Yue's faces.
Meng Baiya suddenly said angrily: "You...you...Brother Xi, how can you say that about my sister? Even if she really lost her virginity, that...that was just her momentary confusion. If you talk like this again, I will never talk to you again!"
The girl's face was filled with indignation. Xi Feiyang was scolded, but he didn't feel angry at all. Instead, he felt that this girl was more innocent and beautiful.
He said repeatedly: "Okay, I won't say anything. Bai Ya, don't be angry."
Meng Baiya then retracted the anger on her face, walked up to Meng Zisu, and said in a tearful voice: "Sister, I know you blame me, blame me for taking Brother Yan Huai away, blame me for not going to the appointment that day. But Brother Yan Huai and I are truly in love. That day... I couldn't get there in time because I accidentally got injured while practicing sword with Brother Yan Huai... I'm really sorry, but I really didn't mean to do that." (To be continued)