I walked hand in hand with Shu Yang, striding boldly down the street. Shu Yang laughed brilliantly, though not as brilliantly as me, since I was the consumer and Shu Yang was the payer. Yet, Shu Yang seemed quite happy, unlike Mo Ran, whose dejected expression suggested otherwise. I suspected Shu Yang’s family might be wealthier than Mo Ran’s.
Several temporary porters behind us looked as if they were in unbearable pain, weighed down by the ‘spoils’ in my hands. While I swept through the market, countless unmarried women flirtatiously passed by Shu Yang.
Those flirtatious glances made me uncomfortable, as I felt a strong urge to confront them. This person must be a fox in disguise, so seductive… “I can’t watch anymore!”
I roared, and everyone was stunned, their eyes focused on me.
Those women’s flirtatious glances were half-frozen. I squeezed out these words: “I’ll cover my eyes so I don’t interfere with your light bulb moment.” With this, everyone collapsed. As I was about to pull out a cloth to cover my eyes, Shu Yang grabbed my hand, pouting like a coquette, complaining: “Xiao Han~!”
I felt my nosebleed about to rush up. I’ve seen women being coquettish, but never a man like Shu Yang. I thought my coquettish skills were top-notch, but he outshone me! I cooperatively buried myself in his arms, “Okay, don’t be angry, I was just playing around. You know I truly love you.” The expressions of everyone watching were incredibly rich!
A woman slapped a man: “Look at them! How considerate of his wife! You? Ptui!”
A group of women stomped their feet and gritted their teeth, while a group of men clapped and cheered for us.
We left under various gazes. Shu Yang looked at me, asking: “When I was being flirted with by other women, you just stood by?” I shook my head, “No, that’s a lie.”
Shu Yang was silent for a moment, then asked: “What about that ‘love me’ part?”
