"No, he isn't."
Before she could finish, An Ziqi decisively shook her head and quickly led Xiao Moli away, her hand firmly gripping his.
They stopped in front of a shelf where she bent down to pick up a face mask, ripped open the packaging and forcibly put it on Xiao Moli's face.
"Why aren't you wearing a mask?"
Under the mask, Xiao Moli's voice was muffled, unexpectedly making him sound cute.
"I'm not afraid of being recognized."
"I'm not either." Xiao Moli said, uncomfortable, as he adjusted the mask.
"I am." An Ziqi responded shortly, batting away his hand.
Xiao Moli's face was too striking, featured more frequently than any celebrity, creating a high risk of being identified.
She definitely did not want to see herself and Xiao Moli appearing together in the news headlines the next morning.
The mask had been put on hastily, and a lock of hair beside his ear was sticking out.
