Qiao Yin was enjoying the sunlight and sea breeze, sleepily trying to turn over, but failing to do so.
When she opened her eyes, she found that someone had stepped on her skirt.
She looked up along the leg, intending to scold the owner of the foot, but when she saw the face, she was stunned: "Lu Lingche?"
Lu Lingche nodded at her indifferently: "Aren't you gonna thank me?"
Qiao Yin woke up completely, feeling as if she had swallowed a mouthful of sand: "Thank you? Are you out of your mind? Should I be thankful for you dirtying my skirt, or should I thank you for getting me fired and leaving me unemployed?"
"For helping you by holding down your skirt and stopping you from exposing yourself."
"I'm wearing leggings underneath, I don't need your help?"
Angry, Qiao Yin yanked her skirt from under his foot and stormed off.
"Don't you want your bag?"
Qiao Yin turned back around.
She was so angry that she forgot she even had a bag.
