"Why? What did he do wrong?"
Qin Yu said indifferently, "Following you and yet failing to notice someone was filming you is a severe oversight."
Ah Da furrowed her brows, feeling Qin Yu's actions unreasonable, "You can't blame him for that. There were so many people in the museum, and everybody was holding up their cellphones to take photos of the antiques. It's very difficult to distinguish whether they were filming me or not."
"And the original video was of an internet celebrity. I'm not a star, why would anyone film me for no reason?"
Qin Yu narrowed his eyes at her and suddenly leaned in close, his invasive gaze intensely falling upon her palm-sized little face, "Do you really not know?"
Ah Da felt uncomfortable under his gaze and opened her mouth, "I... don't know."
His long fingers, cool with the night air, touched her warm and soft cheek. They weren't even as large as his palm, her skin delicate and tender, easily enveloped under his grasp.
