After the main procession concluded, the crowd began to disperse and he carried her through the sea of people, never letting go of his firm hold.
Ouyang Xueqing complained in embarrassment as she felt like all the onlookers eyes were on them. "Master, put me down! I can walk by myself!" She whispered anxiously.
Mo Yujian took a glance at her but didn't heed her words.
Ouyang Xueqing gritted her teeth and decided to bury her face on his shoulder to endure the shame.
He brought her until they reached another part of the market where all the toys and trinkets. Ouyang Xueqing frowned and asked dubiously. "Master, do you treat me like a kid?"
"Well, aren't you only ten?"
Ouyang Xueqing felt like she was slapped by her own lies. It stung so hard that she rubbed her cheeks unconsciously. "I don't play them anymore!"
Mo Yujian chuckled at her flushed face. "Then we will just buy some for Yuhan."
