"Have you seen Sehun?" Krystal badgered urgently.

"Ah, yes Ma'am," Yixing replied serenely. "I last saw the young sir in the gardens with Luhan."

She sighed in dissatisfaction. "He's not with Luhan! Luhan's just out there by himself!"

"Are you sure?" he asked skeptically.

Krystal sneered. "Whatever."

"My apologies, Miss."

The woman her heel and with a womanly grace, she tramped out of the room. Sehun stood from behind the couch he dove behind to avoid the demented woman. He sighed in liberation as soon as the door closed with a slam and Yixing faced him.

"Thanks, Yixing."