"Previously, you two haven't experienced being chased by paparazzi during your secret romance, have you? Some of these paparazzi are like dogs that smell meat—they won't stop until they catch something. Luckily, you two behaved yourselves before."
He Ci sighed, "Well, now you can consider this as catching up on the experience of being hunted by paparazzi."
Yu Xia took off her stifling mask and accepted the cup of water offered by Xie Qingci.
"Feels like we're eloping. Is there any car still following us?"
"Not anymore," He Ci said, twirling his sunglasses on his finger as he glanced at the tightly packed couple in the rearview mirror. "If you were really eloping, it wouldn't look like this. Your brother would use luxury cars to block the entire street."
"...It's not that exaggerated." It sounded as if her family was some sort of mafia aristocracy.
