Noah Steele let out a short, helpless laugh.
Seeing Feifei’s flushed cheeks and lowered gaze, he wisely decided not to push his luck any further. Teasing her in private was one thing—doing it in the middle of a busy public square was another. He had no intention of turning her into unwilling entertainment for strangers.
“Come on, Feifei,” he said softly, his tone relaxing. “Let’s go.”
He reached out and took her hand.
She followed without resistance, her fingers warm in his, her steps light but hesitant. From behind, she looked almost fragile—gentle, quiet, and completely out of place among the noisy crowd.
Around them, heads turned.
More than a few people stared openly.
“That girl is gorgeous,” someone whispered.
“And she’s with him?” another voice replied bitterly.
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