There’re Always Paranoid Thoughts to Monopolize Me - Chapter 25.2

Before she could finish, Huo Jun cut her off, “No need to wait until then, let’s go together today.”

Qin Ke was slightly stunned.

Meanwhile, Qiao Jin and Qiao Yu were completely dumbfounded. After several seconds, they came to their senses, and Qiao Jin looked at Huo Jun in disbelief: “Brother Jun, are you… are you serious?”

“…”

Huo Jun didn’t respond. He turned to look at Qin Ke, “Do you have anything to do this afternoon?”

Qin Ke instinctively shook her head.

“No.”

“Mm, now you do.”

Qin Ke frowned. “I don’t want to go to Hell.”

Huo Jun lightly licked the corner of his lips and smiled. “Don’t you have questions to ask me? Come with me, and I’ll tell you whatever you ask—but if you wait until after this afternoon, I might not answer some questions anymore.”

“……”

Qin Ke was quiet for two seconds, then nodded reluctantly.

Watching the two turn and walk away together, Qiao Jin exchanged an expressionless glance with Qiao Yu.

“Is Brother Jun really going to bring Qin Ke to our gathering?”

“Yeah, really.” Although he was also quite shocked, seeing Qiao Jin’s stunned expression, Qiao Yu couldn’t help but laugh, “Remember what you said just now? Does your face hurt now?”

Qiao Jin: “……”

Qiao Jin: “It really hurts. You’re right, I spoke too soon. I seriously underestimated Qin Ke’s influence on Brother Jun.”

Qiao Yu didn’t respond, just shrugged his shoulders.

Qiao Jin sighed again.

“But with Brother Jun’s personality, is it a good thing for him to fall so head over heels for a girl?”

Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes slightly.

“—Heaven knows.”

****

Inside the Hell bar, it was much the same as when Qin Ke first came.

Except that day was a specially arranged Qiande event, crowded and noisy. This Saturday afternoon, there weren’t too many customers in the bar yet. It wasn’t too quiet, nor was it chaotically busy enough to be annoying.

Qin Ke followed behind Huo Jun, walking up to the raised platform in the bar.

It was still their exclusive VIP table area. Before Qin Ke and the others arrived, three or four people were already seated on the inside of the leather sofa.

Qin Ke recognized the one sitting closest to the edge—it was the most friendly guy she met last time, the man called Wei Sheng.

This time, he was also the first to notice their arrival. Before Huo Jun, who was leading, could reach the bottom of the steps, Wei Sheng had already stood up, grinning.

“We were just talking about you, look, isn’t this Young Master Huo arriving? But today, you three are over half an hour late, you must voluntarily—”

The final word “drink” was abruptly cut off when Wei Sheng caught sight of Qin Ke.

After two or three seconds, Wei Sheng came to his senses, rubbing his eyes while calling out to the people behind him without turning around.

“Am I going senile or what? Why do I see Young Master Huo personally bringing a girl here today?”

“……”

The laughter and chatter of the young men in their twenties on the sofa also suddenly stopped after Wei Sheng’s words, all falling silent.

In just a few seconds, Qin Ke felt several gazes simultaneously fixed on her.

She frowned slightly.

“Damn, it’s really true.”

“This came out of nowhere,” someone in the group regained their composure and teased, “How did Young Master Huo start dating without telling us?”

“Oh my, what a catch, she’s beautiful.”

“……”

Amidst those low chuckles, Huo Jun clearly sensed the discomfort of the girl behind him.

He casually raised his eyelids, took a step to the side, shielding Qin Ke’s figure and blocking those appraising glances for her.

“Don’t talk nonsense.”

“?”

Huo Jun bit the inside of his lip and chuckled hoarsely, “She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Young Master Huo, no need to be modest.” The person sitting on the outside laughed, “You’ve brought her here, if she’s not your girlfriend, what else could she be?”

“……”

Huo Jun was silent for two seconds, then turned back to look at Qin Ke.

He looked down at her with an ambiguous smile and asked,

“What are you to me?”

Qin Ke: “……”

Qin Ke: “?”

When the girl stared at him expressionlessly with that beautiful, delicate face, Huo Jun felt his heart itch.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, emotions in his dark eyes sinking and rising, finally solidifying into a hint of amusement.

“Mm, I’ve got it.”

He turned back, his laughter sounding even huskier against the slightly noisy background music of the Hell bar.

The next few seconds were quiet, only Huo Jun’s calm, smiling voice could be heard.

“Let’s say — she’s my master?”

Everyone: “…………?”