Qiao Dongyang's car was parked not far away.
His long legs carried him quickly, and just as he was about to open the car door—
"Qiao Dongyang!" Chi Yue called out to him, taking half a second to think, then suddenly rushed over and hugged his waist, pressing her face tightly against his broad back.
"Can you not leave?"
Her warm, soft face snuggled up against him,
Qiao Dongyang's body stiffened.
He thought he had made himself clear enough and, given Chi Yue's rational nature, she would gracefully accept it.
This intense display of affection was not typical for Chi Yue, and he looked down, puzzled, at her hands clinging tightly around his waist.
"Be good, listen to me, I'll be back soon."
Chi Yue didn't move, as if she hadn't heard a word. Her grip grew stronger and stronger.
"I won't!"
Qiao Dongyang's chest vibrated slightly, he paused, then suddenly began to laugh.
"Could you really be jealous?"
Chi Yue hmphed, her face rubbing against him. Her voice was muffled.
