"Stop taking pictures, stop taking pictures..."
Ning Xiner's face turned pale with fear, and her voice trembled uncontrollably.
Countless pairs of eyes and cameras relentlessly targeted the parts of her body that her scant clothing failed to cover. She felt embarrassed, humiliated, and terrified. As she turned to flee, she stumbled and fell to the ground in a sorry state.
Some overly bold reporters even shoved their cameras right into her pale face.
But the next moment, one of those long lenses was forcefully slammed to the ground.
With a resounding "clash," the whole scene fell silent; everyone looked up to see Gu Chen striding onto the runway, draping his suit jacket over Ning Xiner and smashing one reporter's camera with his bare hand.
The surprised and angry reporter protested, "Who gave you the right to smash my camera!"
"You're asking me on what grounds?"
Gu Chen didn't offer a reason, instead, he grabbed the reporter by the throat with a swift motion.
The tension peaked in that moment.
Through the camera lens, Ye Xian's eyes were ablaze, like flames bursting forth. His usually mild face was now tense with sharply defined contours, and his gaze was that of a provoked wild beast, which sent shivers down one's spine.
The standoff escalated, the gazes growing more intense, and even the staff and photographers got caught up in the scene, holding their breath in suspense.
At this point, there was no trace of the "little puppy" in Gu Chenβonly ferocity and aggression, all in defense of the woman he loved.
"Dare to take pictures of my woman, looking for death?"
The reporter quickly caved under his overwhelming presence, pleading for mercy, while the other reporters also retreated, sensing the tide.
'Ye Xian delivering that line was so cool; I'm in love, aaah!'
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