Another girl on shift, A Lin, came over with freshly baked muffins.
With a playful smile, she naturally wrapped her arm around Hua Jing's slender waist and rested her chin lovingly on her shoulder.
Raising her eyebrows at Qian Ge and the others, she said, "Alright, alright, you old guys don't need to wonder anymore! Our Little Hua here is spoken for! However..."
She deliberately extended her voice and winked mischievously.
"It's not Captain Fang."
"What?!"
"She's taken?!"
"Who?! Which lucky guy managed that?!"
The playful smiles froze on the faces of Qian Ge and Old Ma.
Then they drooped, like eggplants hit by frost.
A wave of indignation, akin to seeing their prized cabbage snatched by pigs, erupted in synchronized moans.
The speed of their reactions made A Lin giggle.
Hua Jing buried her face in A Lin's neck, overcome with embarrassment.
Her shoulders trembled slightly.
