"You know, I'm hungry."
Just as Zhou Fu was earnestly lecturing, Chen Yuan suddenly blurted out.
"..." Zhou Fu was startled for a moment before muttering under her breath as she fumbled for snacks from her bag, saying in a sarcastic tone, "Protection fee, huh? Here you go, big brother. Please don't beat me up."
"If you pay the protection fee, of course I won't beat you. Furthermore, if anyone tries to hit you, I'll stand up for you," Chen Yuan said as he ripped open a cake and stuffed it into his mouth.
"Of course... I know you're standing up for me." Zhou Fu, realizing her words might've sounded harsh, bowed her head and whispered, "I'm very grateful."
If Xia Xinyu hadn't existed, perhaps at that moment Zhou Fu might truly have developed that kind of adoration for Chen Yuan—wishing to become more than just friends.
No, definitely would have happened.
But thankfully, Xia Xinyu did exist.
And thankfully, the one who was harassed was just herself, not Xia Xinyu.
