“Aaah!!!”

A piercing scream caught Ning Chu’s attention. She looked up to see Zhang Shaoqing clutching his thigh, wincing in pain, while the cat-eared maid beside him wore an expression of pure innocence.

“Oh dear, Master, what’s wrong?”

“Does it hurt? Let me give it a rub~”

“Ow!!! Wrong, wrong!”

Watching Qian Qian grip Zhang Shaoqing’s waist with exaggerated concern, Ning Chu glanced at the café’s generously endowed owner, who looked on with a faint smirk.

Now it was clear—this couple was definitely close, and Qian Qian’s possessiveness was no joke. Her, well, ample assets would draw anyone’s gaze, not …