She was eager to go on a date.
Zhao Zhan followed behind his lover with an indulgent look on his face. He watched as she strolled around the streets. His reach was not too far away and not too close, and at many times, he stood close to protect her from gazes.
There was no curfew in Shangjing. On Central Street, the lanterns hanging under the eaves on both sides of the street were very bright.
"We're here."
The lady who was guarding the entrance of the bar saw Zhao Zhan and greeted him with a smile, "Sir Zhao, you're here."
She raised her brows and covered her mouth with her handkerchief as she looked at Yue Jiaojiao's smile. You're so beautiful, Miss. I've seen many people come and go at the entrance of this tavern, but it's rare to see someone as beautiful as you."
Zhao Zhan's face darkened as he blocked the hand that was about to touch Yue Jiaojiao. "She's my wife."
