A servant carrying a tray of drinks happened to pass by, and Nan Jiaojiao took a cup of fruit wine, sipping it lightly twice.
"I've been looking for you half the day, didn't I tell you not to go far? Why are you hiding over here?"
Zhao Zhe came around from behind a tree, the smell of red wine on him blending into the air, mixed with the cloying scent of men's perfume, overwhelmingly unpleasant.
With one look from Nan Jiaojiao, the coldness in her eyes startled Zhao Zhe, making his heart miss a beat. By the time he wanted to look closely again, Nan Jiaojiao had already turned her head away.
He nervously picked at his hand, feeling as if the way Nan Jiaojiao had looked at him was as though she wanted to snap him in half.
"Your older brother asked me to take care of you; I'm afraid of losing sight of you."
Zhao Zhe touched his nose sheepishly, no longer daring to act frivolously.
