Translated, edited, and proofread by newbienoona
Is she invisible? They’ve been in the establishment for a while now, and it’s only now he discovers her existence? Heavens, this GM is obnoxious!
She coolly looks from the GM’s face to her mobile she pulls out from her pocket. She flips through her games: some with gold coins, Angry Birds, Fruit Ninja… She loves cutting those watermelon.
I cut! I cut! I cut you, Han Qilu! What did Qilu say a moment ago? She raises her head. The phone screen displays GAME OVER~
All eyes focus on them. Correction,
she is acutely aware they fall on her. Not only has Qilu charmed the entire restaurant, but the patrons are staring at her, and that’s because he’s sitting opposite her! Han Qilu!
The corners of his mouth pull to a full smile. She turns her head slightly to look at him before dedicating her effort to reading the menu. She tries to remember an earlier conversation she had with this animal… She remembers playing Fruit Ninja, her second game which is an acceleration game. That’s when she thinks she heard him say, “She’s my fiancée.”
fiancée.” Right, right! That must be it! The issue lies in his statement!
“That… .” Her mouth just opens, wanting to correct the GM. However, he enthusiastically approaches Chuxia and asks in his unique loud voice, “Madame, what can I do for you?”
Madame? Her hand shakes as she clutches her phone. But it slips and falls to the ground. The general manager hurriedly bends to retrieve the phone. He blows off the non-existent dust on the device before respectfully handing the phone over to her. “Madame, your cell phone.”
Their eyes align. It seems there’s a
there’s a tacit understanding with the patrons to take photos with their phone. Lights flash, making Chuxia slip a lip as she gazes out the window. This violates her privacy! She is so angry that if she has a glass of wather, she would’ve thrown it. Her image would truly be destroyed.
“You’re scaring him,” Qilu blurts despite Chuxia looking away. She can still feel the GM’s trembling body. Clenching her teeth, she smiles and says, “I’m not scared… but I don’t like my photo taken.”
Han Qilu looks at her softly before turning around to turning around to observe the room. He sees photos being taken in different stages. Some have gone back to eating their meals, while others look back at their menu. Some have gotten up to settle their bill. But he continues looking. Can that many people be malicious against… She swallows hard.
“Do you want your mobile?” he asks her.
She remembers that the GM still has her phone. Despite trembling hands, he maintained his posture. She snatches the device from the GM and apologizes. Thank you. I’ve dozed off for a moment. I’m sorry.”