The cheerful girl took another step forward and shouted at Darian, "If you want to hit my boyfriend, you’ll have to step over me first!"
After a moment, the cheerful girl turned and smiled at me. "Don’t be afraid. I’ll protect you. He won’t dare to hit you!"
I looked at her — for the first time I felt like someone was protecting me.
Then I smiled and nodded, "Okay, I’m counting on you."
Everyone in the private room stared at me in shock. They really had never seen me act so shameless — a grown man actually needed a little girl to protect him.
Darian squinted but ignored the cheerful girl. He sneered at me and said, "Cade, can you stop being such a coward?"
"How dare you insult my boyfriend! Just you wait!" The cheerful girl glared at Darian fiercely.
Then she took her phone out of her small bag and made a call. She said someone was about to hit me and even gave the private room number.
In less than half a minute, seven or eight energetic young men appeared in the hallway. Each one was tattooed, wearing skinny pants and sneakers.
"Elara, who’s trying to hit you?" The leader asked with a dark face.
"Him!" The cheerful girl pointed at Darian. Then she turned to me, "Let's go!"