She reached out to grab the bank card but failed to grasp it.
As she watched Yu Xiheng lift the card out of reach, Si Fuqing was puzzled, feeling a need to reassess her understanding of him.
"Wasn't it supposed to be for me? Why are you teasing me like this?" Si Fuqing asked, eyeing him with a mixture of frustration and curiosity.
Yu Xiheng's eyebrows lifted slightly, his tone calm and unruffled, "It's only fair to return a favor."
Remembering a past incident where Si Fuqing had playfully held a coffee cup just out of his reach, she couldn't help but reflect on the situation.
With a determined leap, she snatched the bank card from his hand and quickly pocketed it, taking a few steps back before accusingly calling him a "Black-hearted monster" and a "great deceiver."
Yu Xiheng, however, did not advance but instead retracted his hand, smiling subtly, "What?"
