#1099 Fancy Fight

An Qi just stared at him for a while, but didn't say anything.

The housekeeper helped Luo Yibei set up the chair, and Luo Yibei sat down shyly, ignoring the eyes of a group of servants around him that fell on his face.

Fang Chixia didn't look in his direction, and was still eating his own food quietly.

"Miss Fang, do you still need wine? I'll pour it for you!" Perth stood up and wanted to pour the wine for her goblet, but Luo Yibei didn't know if it was intentional or not. He hooked Fang Chixia's ankle.

Fang Chixia was just holding a wine glass at this time, and a sudden movement made her lean forward, and the wine glass she was holding fell to the ground with a slap.

A very clear voice, after the huge garden sounded, it was still very abrupt.

The eyes of the rest of the people at the table all looked over.

Fang Chixia looked at the mess on the ground, and tightened his hand holding the knife and fork.

Perth's outstretched hand was in the air, his face a little embarrassed.

Luo Yibei is still like a person who is fine, eating at his own leisure.

He just turned his head to the housekeeper beside him and instructed lightly, "Help Miss Fang change a wine glass again!"

"Okay." The butler walked away with his head lowered.

Fang Chixia was still staring at him, his eyes seemed to burst into flames.

The corner of Luo Yibei's lips raised a sneer, turned his head and glanced at her, and he spit out a word, "Next time, hold the wine glass steadily."

Looking back, holding the cutlery, he continued to cut the food on his plate.

With so many people still at the table, Fang Chixia couldn't possibly make trouble with him like last night, she took a deep breath, she could only continue to eat with her head sullen.

However, when she thought about what he had just done, she suddenly felt a little unwilling.

Looking to one side in his direction, Fang Chixia lifted his leg and kicked his calf.

"Yeah!" She kicked her hard enough, Luo Yibei arched her body forward and groaned.

The voice was not loud, and it seemed to be a little depressed, but the rest of the people at the table were all caught.

A pair of eyes swept in his direction and looked over again.

Luo Yibei squinted at Fang Chixia from the corner of his eyes, calmed his face, and said calmly, "It's okay, just kicked by a cat!"

cat?

The surrounding maids looked under the table almost reflexively.

The table was covered with tablecloth, long, white, hanging down along the edge of the table, basically blocking the bottom of the table.

What happened below, no one could see.

The servant didn't know why, but the people sitting at the table understood.

Perth obviously didn't expect Fang Chixia to have such a side, and when he stared at her, he was slightly stunned.

Fang Chixia's face drooped slightly, elegantly holding tableware while dining.

There was no expression on her face, as if nothing had happened.

He didn't even look in Perth's direction, as if he didn't care what he looked like in the slightest.

The table was quiet for a while again.

But after less than two minutes, something happened again.

When Fang Chixia was eating, Luo Yibei stretched out his hand.

From under the table, hidden by the tablecloth, no one else can see it.

After reaching out, he put his hand on her lap, but he didn't move it away. His fingertips even played with the tassels that wrapped around the hem of her skirt.

His knuckles rubbed against her skin every now and then as he did this.