Her fair and tender flesh is the result of my own careful nurturing.

Because Little Seven’s hand was greedily stretching toward the burly men nearby.

Damn it, she actually dared to touch another man.

For the first time in his life, President Lin swore.

Little Seven’s hand was just about to grab a muscular chest.

Suddenly, her paw was seized by another large hand.

She glanced sideways and met a pair of eyes blazing with fury.

Frightened and embarrassed, she had forgotten her own precarious situation when confronted with those chest muscles.

Even though she was caught, Little Seven knew she couldn’t resist, so she obediently let the president drag her away.

Suddenly, a thought struck her.

Oh my god, how could I be so stupid? Why didn’t I use my superpowers to escape?

Truly, she was hopelessly foolish.

To go up against the president—what utter stupidity.

Now, she thought, maybe she could use her superpowers?

She stretched out her hand.

Alright then!

Still useless as long as he was around.

Ah, how tragic.

Just then, a burst of cheers erupted. Little Seven looked instinctively and saw three burly men coming onto the stage.

Her eyes immediately sparkled with mischief, and she tugged at Yichen’s hand. “Look, look! They’re modeling up there!”

He replied with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes, “Looks good?”

Little Seven’s face was radiant with excitement, nodding vigorously. “Of course! Their bodies are flawless.”

“Better than mine?”

“Yours is about the same.”

Yichen squinted at her, then released her hand. Little Seven was utterly mesmerized by the male models on stage, oblivious to President Lin’s absence.

One minute later…

The music stopped, and suddenly everything quieted. The host stepped up with a microphone and said, “Ladies and gentlemen, apologies—tonight’s fashion show will be canceled. To make up for it, each table will receive a complimentary fruit platter. We hope you understand.”

Why was it canceled?

Little Seven looked crestfallen.

Her neck was seized. “Still reluctant to leave?”

“No…” She hadn’t seen anything yet and didn’t want to go. She immediately replied, “President Lin, let me tell you, places like this help you relax, make your blood pump, let you…”

“You already make my blood boil enough,” Yichen said, unwilling to waste words, grabbing her by the neck and heading for the door.

Little Seven considered deploying her trademark wailing tears.

Then she heard a voice even more obsessed than hers.

“Wow, look at that man! So handsome, so cool! His physique is pure gold! Those long legs must be at least five feet! And that chiseled face, how is it even possible? He’s the ultimate male god.”

“But that handsome guy is dragging around a woman who’s nothing special—her looks barely reach average.”

Little Seven: “…”

“That talented gentleman has been claimed by a pig—what a shame.”

Damn it, Little Seven reached her breaking point.

They actually called her a pig.

Her beautiful face was just labeled ‘average’? They were begging for trouble.

Before she could explode, the hand gripping her neck let go.

She glanced sideways—the president was smiling darkly, sending chills through her and scaring away all her rage.

Because she remembered him grabbing her neck.

And realized her neck was now free.

Yet…

Yichen took her hand and, with elegant composure, led her back inside.

Though the capitalist’s smile seemed gentle, to her he looked like a majestic tiger, ready to…

devour her whole.

Little Seven was so startled by her own wild imagination that cold sweat broke out.

Why was he holding her hand, all dapper and yet at odds with his expression? What was he planning?

Yichen calmly led Little Seven over to the group of girls who had just spoken, giving them a slight smile.

The girls blushed deeply, hearts pounding wildly.

Wow, he smiled at me!

Meanwhile, Little Seven was annoyed.

Calling her lovesick? They were just as bad—flirting shamelessly in public, no shame at all, hmph ╯^╰

But suddenly…

The hand-holding became a waist-hugging gesture. President Lin wrapped his arm intimately around Little Seven’s waist, speaking in a melodious voice, “She’s my girlfriend. I claim her, I feed her, I provide for her—all her fair and tender flesh is nurtured by me. So, if anyone is claiming her, it’s me.”

The girls: “…”

Little Seven: “…”

Though his words were a bit crude, their purpose was to defend her.

Little Seven looked at his profile—and for some reason, her heart began to race.

She pressed a hand to her chest to calm her rapidly beating heart.

A fast heartbeat is normal—not having one means you’re dead.

Little Seven tried to convince herself.

Yes, yes, that’s it.

If an ugly man or a pig defended her, she’d be moved and her heart would race too—let alone such a handsome president.

Right, exactly.

After reassuring herself that she felt nothing but pure-hearted indifference for President Lin, with absolutely no ulterior motives, her heartbeat finally settled.

After he stood up for her, she felt she should do something for him in return.

Dr. Pan had said: Make him happy.

Little Seven glanced at the microphone on stage, then beamed at Yichen. “Lin Yichen, I’m really happy today, so I want to sing a song for you.”

Yichen raised an eyebrow—he remembered she was tone-deaf.

But, since it was for him, his lips curled upward involuntarily.

Little Seven ran to the stage, picked up the microphone, and looked toward the man who stood out from the crowd. “Hello everyone, I have a boyfriend. In my heart, he’s the most handsome man on earth. Becoming a couple was pure chance. Maybe one day, I’ll have to leave him, or maybe he’ll forget me. But at least for now, we’re together, and I’m happy. So, I’d like to sing him a song—‘In the Dream’…”

Before she could finish, that tall figure strode onto the stage, pulled her away, and led her off.

What happened? Why did he seem angry?

Oh no—not just angry, he seemed furious.

Why was he so mad?

Once outside the shop, Yichen pressed her firmly against the wall, looking at her with a dark expression. “Ye Xiyang, you’re not allowed to come to places like this anymore.”

Seriously? Was he angry just because she came here?

“Isn’t that a bit much…”

“The things you just said,” he interrupted, “were those your true feelings?”

Hm? The things she just said?

Those were her true thoughts.

Little Seven nodded. “Yes. You and I are not the same kind of people, so sooner or later I’ll have to leave. And sooner or later, you’ll forget me.”

I’m an alien, so leaving is only a matter of time. Besides, I’m not really Ye Xiyang, so when you find out, you definitely won’t keep me in your heart.

“Ye Xiyang,” Yichen’s gaze deepened, something swirling in his eyes, “You really are an ungrateful wolf. I spoil you, take care of you, and you’re still indifferent.”

His eyes fell on her neck, a sharp glint in them. “You really don’t want any connection with me, do you?”

“….”

Why was he so furious and ashamed?