Yao Tang pursed her lips. Normally, she'd snap at the man who'd dare touch her, but as soon as she met Cheng Yan's sweet and warm gaze, she couldn't say a word.
"Your hair's a little messy from the wind." He smiled, placing an arm around her shoulder. "Let me comb it for you?"
"I can do it myself." She frowned.
"Huh?"
Cheng Yan ignored her and stoke the ends of her hair. As he was doing so, he smiled. "Your hair tie fell on me the last time. Look, why don't you continue the lecture back at my place?"
Yao Tang slowly nodded.
"Sure, I'll bring two of my friends along."
"Okay."
Cheng Yan continued to comb her hair indifferently.
Meng Yang could only watch in a daze, too surprised to register what was happening.
As for Qin Jing, she immediately stepped up and greeted Cheng Yan with a smile. "I'll take my seat," she said casually, taking the front seat. She then smirked at Meng Yang.
