Han Enzhen rolled her eyes, "Who wants your ride, I can take a cab home myself."
Fu Sen grabbed her wrist, looking very serious, "Enzhen, I know you're still bitter about my cold-heartedness. I was slow to realize my feelings for you. Even if you don't like me, treat me as an ordinary suitor, is that okay? I just want to take you home."
Han Enzhen was taken aback by Fu Sen's sudden solemnity. She shook off his hand and grumbled, "Fine, give me a ride. But why are you still holding my hand? Which suitor would just grab a girl's hand without her consent? You're such an old lecher."
For some reason, she couldn't muster up the will to reject him when she saw his expression just now. But shortly after she agreed for him to give her a ride home, she immediately regretted it.
She quickly added, "Let me be clear, I'm only agreeing to let you take me home, that doesn't mean I'm accepting your pursuits. I'm just tired and want to get home to rest."
