Seeing him stand there stiffly without moving, Su Qiao patted him on the shoulder again. "Let's go, dummy. We're going home."
The tips of the man's ears were red as he quietly turned his head. "N-Not watching anymore?"
Su Qiao pinched his flushed ear and smiled brilliantly. "Nope."
"There's nothing worth watching. The real person isn't good-looking at all. As expected, it was all a deceptive photo—once he appeared in person, the illusion was shattered. And his singing isn't even as good as mine."
"Mhm. Your singing is the best."
The corners of the man's mouth lifted uncontrollably, his eyes filled with deep affection and indulgence.
The two emotionally charged girls nearby immediately protested when they heard that.
"Hey, what do you mean by that? Our JOJO's godlike looks are practically heaven-defying! How can you say he isn't good-looking?"
"Exactly! Our JOJO sings so beautifully, and you..."
Su Qiao rolled her eyes and turned her man's face toward the two girls.
"Ladies, come on. Open your titanium-alloy eyes wide and take a good look at what godlike looks are."
"Even if you can't have him, improving your taste and broadening your horizons is still a good thing."
"S-So handsome..."
The two young girls stared at Huo Sihan's face without blinking, their expressions utterly lovestruck.
Su Qiao hurriedly turned her man's head back and gave a very smug little hum.
"Even if he's handsome, he belongs to me. You've already had one look, and that'll be enough for you to savor for the rest of your lives."
"Let's go. Hubby, we're going home."
"Okay, let's go home."
As Huo Sihan walked, he hitched the person on his back a little higher.
His usually expressionless face was now filled with tenderness. He said softly, "My wife is the prettiest too."
Su Qiao