Translator: Yunyi
Song Yaoyao jogged after Huo Yunque and grabbed onto his sleeve as she spoke.
“What a coincidence, Gege. Have you eaten yet?”
She rushed forward and blinked her almond eyes.
At that very moment, her stomach grumbled.
A smile slowly appeared in Huo Yunque’s eyes. “What do you want to eat?”
Song Yaoyao followed Huo Yunque downstairs and saw that a lot of girls were looking at him. Some had walked really far and they still turned around to take another look. A few even pulled out their phones to sneak photos.
She grabbed onto Huo Yunque and started running. “I’m not eating! I’m not hungry yet! Gege, let’s leave!”
Bleh! Gege was hers. These people weren’t allowed to even take a glance!
As Huo Yunque was being dragged away, he sped up his steps in amusement.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing…”
Song Yaoyao stuck out her tongue and looked around. The girls began to blush and some even refused to leave as they stood firmly in place and stared openly at him.
She puffed up her cheeks as her face turned red in anger.
These people were going too far. They had no shame!
“Are you really not hungry?” Huo Yunque raised an eyebrow and said suggestively, “I thought I just heard someone’s stomach grumble.”
“Gege!”
Song Yaoyao was humiliated. She stomped her feet and complained angrily, “Look at those people. They’re all sneaking looks at you! Someone’s even stealing photos of you. Who knows what they may do with your photo in private!”
Huo Qi was surprised by Song Yaoyao’s possessiveness.
“Miss Song, even if they’ve taken photos, they won’t be able to post them up. Don’t worry.”
“I’m not worried about that!” Song Yaoyao glanced at him. “The photo is in their hands. Aren’t they going to do whatever they want with it?”
She didn’t even have a photo of her Gege!
Song Yaoyao felt so jealous that she was overflowing with sourness.
She lowered her head unhappily. Why were there so many people in the shopping mall, and why was this path so long?
As she was thinking this, someone lifted her chin. The man’s eyelashes lowered ad he stared straight at her. “Let me take a sniff. Where is that sour smell coming from?”
The tall and classy man leaned over slightly and focused on the girl gently.
Although they couldn’t hear what he was saying, the ambiguous distance between the two, as well as the man’s doting actions, made the surrounding girls squeal with envy.
Song Yaoyao’s eyes became misty. “I don’t like it when those people look at you!”
Her Gege was so impressive. If he wanted to, he could wave his hand and countless girls would swarm toward him.
The thought of this made her extremely annoyed, and she was quickly filled with possessive desire.
“Tch—”
Huo Yunque shook his head and he lowered his voice.
He brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear and spread out his palm. “Give me your hand.”
“Why?”
Song Yaoyao puffed her cheeks unhappily as she placed her hand in his.
The man closed his palm and held onto her hand as he pulled her into the crowd.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, the girl stumbled as she obediently followed behind the man.
The man’s shoulders were broad and his legs were long, so his steps were wide, but he deliberately slowed down for her. The girl was innocent-looking in her pink sweater, white pants, and sneakers. Over her shoulders, she was carrying a backpack.
Compared to the mature man in business attire, they did not match at all.
Yet, the almighty, unapproachable man—who was being followed by an entourage of bodyguards and assistants—understood this innocent girl’s thoughts.
