Lu Xiao, however, pulled her into his arms without heeding her objections and, with a low and firm voice, lifted her horizontally and said:
"If I say I'm going to hold you, then I'm going to hold you. What's it to them? Besides, with the way I have you wrapped up, no one will recognize you anyway."
Slender as she was, she stood no chance against him and was easily lifted into his arms, heading toward the queue.
Seeing the crowd at the queue, Wen Xian immediately covered her eyes with the back of her hand, feeling utterly ashamed to face anyone.
To look around, there's no one doing what he's doing, was he trying to make it impossible for others to live.
While others might show off their love by spreading dog food, what he was doing was akin to killing dogs.
But no matter how embarrassed and shy she felt, deep down something inexplicably sweet began to bubble up, unstoppable.
It kept surging forth, almost overflowing.
