Hearing this, several men put their hands on their waists and the atmosphere became tense.

"Brother, it's not him. He's a fat guy, not that tall."

The younger brother beside the leading man quickly reported, "Let's follow this alley, he must be inside!"

After a few whooshing sounds, Song Yiyi was held in Cen Yue's arms, and she only felt a gust of wind passing by her.

Then, there was a long silence.

Song Yiyi waited for a while, and when she was sure there was no movement, she opened her eyes cautiously.

She then realized that Cen Yue had already taken two steps back and was standing opposite her with a half-smile on his face and an amused expression.

Song Yiyi's neck stiffened. "What are you looking at?"

Cen Yue curled his lips slowly and said in a steady voice, "Comrade Song Yiyi, thank you. Your reaction is quite good."

At first glance, this sounds like a compliment.

But Song Yiyi always felt that it was not that simple. When it came out of Cen Yue's mouth, there was always a hint of mockery.

"No, I'm gone."

Song Yiyi has watched too many TV dramas and always feels that the group of people just now may turn around and come back at any time.

Cen Yue was performing official duties, so naturally he had no time and no obligation to explain what had just happened to her.

She clapped her hands and then patted her clothes.

Especially the place where Cen Yue was caught.

Song Yiyi turned around and tried to leave, but Cen Yue's low, playful voice sounded again: "Song Yiyi..."

He had just opened his mouth when he saw Song Yiyi rushing towards him.

She grabbed Cen Yue's collar, pulled him down, and tiptoed closer.

There was a softening of the lips.

Cen Yue lowered his eyes and saw Song Yiyi with her eyes closed and her long eyelashes trembling gently.

A burst of whistles and laughter came from the other end of the alley.

"You haven't finished making out yet? That's so disgusting."

"Haha, do you have to be so exciting? Brother, you are so lucky."

"Still poor? Go over there and take a look!"

The group of people just now really came back and went from one fork in the road to another.

The leading man roared, and the others dispersed obediently.

After everyone left, Cen Yue was about to push Song Yiyi away when he felt a pain on his lip.

Song Yiyi placed her fingers on his thin lips and rolled them hard.

She glared at him angrily.

Cen Yue watched Song Yiyi quickly retreat, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, and his voice becoming slightly hoarse.

"Where did you learn these tricks?"

Just now, in a hurry, in order to avoid suspicion and to stop Cen Yue from saying the next word.

Song Yiyi did that.

It looked like the two were kissing, but in fact Song Yiyi kissed her own fingers.

She placed her hand on his lips.

"Don't worry about that, Commander. Just continue with your official duties."

There was some resentment in her words.

After Song Yiyi finished speaking, she left without looking back.

After this experience, Song Yiyi lost the mood to continue strolling on the street and went straight back to the compound.

She had just sat down on the bus and looked up to find that Cen Yue had also gotten on.

He bought the ticket and sat down beside Song Yiyi with a calm expression.

Song Yiyi: “…”

The two of them didn't speak a word throughout the whole process.

One turned his head to look out the window, and the other sat upright.

From time to time, someone in the car looked over here.

After entering the courtyard, Song Yiyi got out of the car first, bypassing Cen Yue, and walked quickly.

In addition to the sentry post at the gate of the compound, there was also a soldier with a backpack standing there.

Song Yiyi took a look as she passed by and thought to herself, it's really great that everyone is so good-looking.

The soldier looked at Song Yiyi with a gentle smile on his face.

Song Yiyi resisted the urge to whistle and responded with a feigned shy smile.

She passed the man.

Then I was trapped.

"Yiyi."