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33. Do I look like an idiot?

Ayumi noticed that the other boy couldn’t keep his eyes off that other woman. She pouted and hit his arm. “Yah, are you on a date with her or me?” She asked him. “Do I look like an idiot? I can tell you are staring at her so don’t lie.” 

”What- who?” He asked and turned his head around to look back, noticing that the girl Ayumi had seen was walking right behind the old lady who had caught Yixing’s eye. ”Ah, no. No it wasn’t- wait, were you jealous?” He asked, grinning cheekily at the girl. 

She blushes red at that. “W-What. Why would I be jealous? I-I’m perfect okay. There is no need to be jealous.” She says as she hides her face, munching on her fry.

TL