The arcade was mostly filled with young people; the screens flashed bizarre lights, and the noise was deafening.
Wen Jiaojiao had just stepped inside when suddenly, a middle-aged woman's low, scolding voice came from behind her:
"That little rascal of mine, I'll catch him today and give him a good beating."
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Wen Jiaojiao's face paled, and she stiffly turned her head to look. She saw Li Cuihua and another woman rushing over angrily.
Her heart was pounding, and in a panic, she grabbed Wen Zhaoye's large hand, who was in the hall, and pulled him into the inner room:
"Brother, let's go check that out, it looks pretty interesting."
Wen Zhaoye glanced sideways at the large hand being led, and a slight smile appeared on his lips:
"They'll send the money over tomorrow. If you want to play, I'll go get you some coins."
"No need, let me take a look first."
After speaking, Wen Jiaojiao looked around anxiously and noticed a game console in the corner, some distance from the wall, which was just the right place to hide.
She grabbed Wen Zhaoye's hand, roughly pinning him against the corner wall, and tried to calm herself down as she said:
"Be good, don't make a sound."
The scent of her youthful body lingered around Wen Zhaoye's nose, his heart pounded wildly, his handsome face flushed, and he stared at her blankly, his voice unnatural as he said:
"Why...why do you always treat me like this in front of so many people? Can't you be a little more reserved and discreet?"
"Because I am unrestrained and love freedom."
Wen Jiaojiao pressed herself against his chest, her gaze subtly sweeping towards the doorway.
All eyes around them fell on the two of them at the same time. Wen Zhaoye exuded a restrained aura and raised his large hand to lightly cover the lower half of her face.
Wen Jiaojiao frowned and stared at him strangely: "Why are you covering me?"
Their bodies were pressed close together. Wen Zhaoye pursed his lips and said in a soft voice:
“We’re going to be staying around here for a while. People will talk about you if you do this, but if you cover your face, they won’t recognize you.”
Wen Jiaojiao's brows furrowed slightly:
"Then aren't you going to cover it up?"
Although Wen Zhaoye felt somewhat uncomfortable with this situation, he couldn't bear to refuse her, and he explained gently:
"When men and women do the same thing, the final public opinion will be different."
Wen Jiaojiao was about to say something more when she caught a glimpse of Li Cuihua standing by the door. She decisively raised her hand and covered his ears.
"Don't speak. I just saw two boys wearing only their underwear, hugging each other, brazenly walking around in the crowd. This is an insult to your eyes."
Wen Zhaoye's eyes widened in surprise. Before he could react, she forcefully pressed his handsome face against the soft crook of her neck.
His face flushed even more, and he stammered, "This place has already opened up like this? Then you shouldn't look anymore."
Suddenly, a child rushed over and squeezed between the two of them as if he didn't know what was going on.
A bad feeling suddenly welled up in Wen Jiaojiao's heart. Her scalp tingled, and she gritted her teeth, saying:
"Get out of my way, you brat, or you'll ruin my plans and I'll break your legs."
Under Wu Hehua's supervision, although the boy and Yuan Wenjiao were neighbors in the same alley, they had virtually no contact with each other.
The few times they met, he left only an impression of being thin and gloomy.
Therefore, it's completely impossible to connect this with the bright and beautiful girl in front of me, whose face is half-covered.
He squeezed between the two, completely concealing his figure, and whispered:
"You two keep kissing, I'm not joining in. I'll just hide, otherwise my grandma will find me and beat me to death."
Wen Jiaojiao was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan, desperately trying to push the child out:
This is practically killing me!
I'm just hiding from your grandma.
Wen Zhaoye was also a little numb, and he could already foresee the scene of becoming the laughing stock in Yuncheng tomorrow.
He hesitated and said, "Let's go back." I'd rather listen to others do things in the hotel than embarrass myself here.
Wen Jiaojiao's pupils trembled slightly as she watched Li Cuihua frantically searching at the door. She then tightened her grip on Wen Zhaoye's ears.
As he was about to leave, he was forcefully pressed against the wall again:
Life and death are determined by fate. If it doesn't work out, then I can only apologize to you, Wen Zhaoye.
With a "thud," Wen Zhaoye's back hit the wall. He was stunned for a moment, but seeing Wen Jiaojiao's determination, he decided to let her stay still.
Li Cuihua walked into the inner room and shouted:
"Mingming, you little brat, let's see where you hide now."
The hall was noisy, and her voice, strained from the effort, sounded unlike its original tone.
With his ears covered, Wen Zhaoye couldn't hear anyone. His handsome face was buried in Wen Jiaojiao's neck, and he felt nothing but comfort.
The woman who was searching for her grandson with Li Cuihua grabbed her grandson's ear and whispered to Li Cuihua:
"Hey, look at this, I've seen hooligans, but I've never seen a female hooligan, who pinned a man against the wall and kissed him in broad daylight, in front of everyone."
Li Cuihua searched the entire room, leaving only the inside unchecked. She stepped forward somewhat embarrassed and replied:
"My little rascal is shameless; he might be hiding nearby."
Wen Jiaojiao's heart pounded wildly in her chest, while at the same time she was thankful that she had taken a shower and changed into a dress, so she wouldn't be recognized at a glance.
To maintain her persona and avoid being exposed, she raised one leg and placed it on the game console, shaking her leg repeatedly, while also using the spread hem of her long skirt to cover the boy's figure.
I refuse to believe that even after I've acted like a complete scoundrel, you still have the nerve to come up and tug at me.
Li Cuihua paused, then said, "..."
Good heavens, how can you rub your lower body against a man in a place like this?
Doesn't this pollute children's eyes?
I can't bear to look, I can't bear to look.
Her face flushed red as she turned and left, then went to the woman who had accompanied her and said in a low voice:
"Look at this, how can it be like this?"
The woman accompanying them also blushed deeply, grabbed her grandson's ear and pulled him away, whispering:
"They're probably looking for thrills from the nearby nightclubs. Ever since that group started doing this, the social atmosphere has become more and more open."
"Who can argue with that?"
Only after the two figures completely disappeared from the arcade did Wen Jiaojiao breathe a sigh of relief. She covered her face with one hand, moved a distance away from Wen Zhaoye, and said irritably:
"You brat, you almost killed me, do you know that?"
"I've been stuck between you two for ages, being played like a scoundrel by you, and I haven't said a word. What else do you have to say?"
The boy also felt that she was not a decent person. After saying that, he ran out without waiting for Wen Jiaojiao's reply.
Wen Jiaojiao: "..." Ugh! This little boy has a really sharp tongue.
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