Not far from An Yin, four or five boys kept turning their heads to look in her direction, their eyes clearly filled with amazement. An Yin, only realizing it now, also noticed the attention she was getting. Nervously, she slowed her pace and lowered her head even further. When she was feeling extremely uneasy inside, the boys in front of her stopped walking, each turning to wait for her to catch up. Focusing on her feet, when she reached the boys, their collective "Hello, junior" startled An Yin, making her whole body tremble, her eyes filled with panic as she looked at each of them. Her delicate features, willow eyebrows, those bright, clear eyes like deep, calm waters, exuded a mysterious aura. Beneath her high and straight nose, her tender lips seemed dewy, reflecting a watery glow under the streetlamp. The boys’ expressions became more excited as they saw An Yin up close, their gaze slightly shifting. "Don’t be afraid, we’re not bad people." The lead boy hastily spoke upon seeing the girl’s trembling appearance. Google seaʀᴄh 𝙣𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝙣𝙚𝙩 Seeing them blocking her way, An Yin raised her head, full of vigilance, "Could you please let me pass?" "Sorry!" Upon hearing the girl’s crisp voice, they shyly made way for her. An Yin just glanced at them without responding, directly moving past them, walking quickly. Seeing this, the boys happily followed, while the boldest among them ignored An Yin’s indifference and continued to chat her up warmly, "Junior, I think we are quite fateful, may I have your contact information?" No matter how fast An Yin walked, the man beside her easily caught up. After he said this, a few friends behind him began to egg him on. Looking at the tall boy before her, An Yin tried hard to calm herself, muttering, "Sorry, I’m not used to adding strangers." "I’m Zhang Jun," the boy said anxiously, "See, now you know me?" An Yin looked at the man sticking to her like plaster, her face full of distress as she watched him, "You..." Before An Yin could finish her sentence, she was suddenly enveloped by a strong arm, the next second, her head seemed to bump into something hard. Dazed, she looked up and saw a black suit, followed by a man’s pronounced Adam’s apple, a familiar profile... The familiar pinewood scent wafted into her nostrils, leaving An Yin frozen, staring up at the man’s arrogant, cold, hard face. The boys, seeing the sudden appearance of the man and the way he naturally held the girl, stood there dumbfounded; the man before them exuded such a commanding presence, inherently intimidating, making them shrink in fear. "Not leaving yet?" Bao Shaojin’s dark, ominous eyes regarded them as if they were inanimate objects. The moment Bao Shaojin spoke, they started to run away. This is what it means to be fleet of foot! From time to time, someone would pass by on the side of the road; the girl was cradled in Bao Shaojin’s embrace, his broad back blocking her small frame, so passersby couldn’t see her face, assuming they were simply an affectionate couple. After all, this street was frequented by many couples, and public displays of affection, with people sometimes kissing impulsively along the roadside, were commonplace, no longer surprising anyone. The bustling street, streetlights stood along the roadside, lighting up the small alley brightly. As people passed by them, the girls released exclamations of envy. "Look, that man’s silhouette is exactly like the male model’s body I adore. I wish I could be the girl in his arms!" "Haha, your lack of ambition." "Let’s hurry and check out their faces, he might turn out to be an ugly duckling!" As they passed by Bao Shaojin, they collectively fell silent; after walking quite a distance, they exclaimed, "Wow..." Their sharp voices brought An Yin back to her senses from her dazed state. "Bao, Bao Shaojin!" she called out dumbly, clearly still not fully recovered, her gaze at the man full of sudden helplessness. "Come with me." Bao Shaojin, not giving her time to think, grasped her wrist and quickly led her to his car, placing her in the passenger seat. Only when the man closed the door did An Yin snap back to reality. She frantically tried to open the door, finding it locked by the man. The next second, the driver’s door opened, and the man got in. An Yin glanced at him with his sharp demeanor, and shifted towards the door, trying to distance herself from him. "Open the door, I want to get out." When An Yin said this, her voice was weak, lacking confidence. Because she noticed the man had maintained a cold expression throughout, looking like he was suppressing anger. Bao Shaojin lifted his cold eyes, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it, holding it between his fingers. Seeing him silently smoking, An Yin originally planned to repeat her earlier words, but when she turned and saw the man’s dark face, the words at the tip of her tongue were swallowed back. A few car windows lowered slightly, smoke wafted through the gaps. The atmosphere inside the car was very strange, especially with the man saying nothing, making An Yin feel anxious. Clearly, she should be the one angry, but with the man’s cold demeanor, it felt like she had done something wrong? An Yin was so confused. She obediently sat in the passenger seat, waiting for the man to finish his cigarette. She really couldn’t understand why men liked to smoke, just like Meng Sihan earlier, and now Bao Shaojin too! Bao Shaojin’s dark eyes fell through the hazy smoke onto the shadowy road ahead. After finishing the cigarette, the storm of anger inside him didn’t diminish much, instead, it rekindled a surge of restlessness. He knew very well that this was a man’s impulse toward a woman. The scene of the little girl being surrounded by a group of boys had struck a chord in his heart. The love he had been suppressing was something others effortlessly displayed, making him insanely jealous... Also, the scenes of the girl interacting with the Meng Family’s man were all caught by his eyes. When she faced Meng Sihan, her smile was like a blooming flower, as if they had endless topics to discuss; the ease she showed with Meng Sihan was something Bao Shaojin had never seen. With him, the girl was always timid, as if he was going to devour her, her eyes always showing fear. An Yin sat stiffly, the chilling aura emanating from his body made her shiver involuntarily. His car was parked by the roadside, and occasionally students walked by, sometimes even stopping to glance at the car, discussing its approximate value with friends, which attracted even more attention.