Class ended a few minutes ago.

Jingho stood there in the company of his friends, as always with a cigarette in his mouth and a relaxed grin, but when he noticed you approaching them, he quickly said goodbye to everyone and almost proprietary put his hand on your shoulder.

In a last time his friends called you beautiful and began to ask him for your number when they see you that was enough for him... The instinct of a protective older brother made itself felt.

"Let's go home, princess."