Inside the hotel.
Li Yahong sat at the table, propping up her chin and gazing intently at Wu Heng as he ate.
"What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?" asked Wu Heng.
Li Yahong tilted her head back and smiled, still watching him, "You look so clean and nice."
"Are you sick or something? Your tone is like a ruffian's." Wu Heng was somewhat speechless.
"Maybe I am!" Li Yahong retorted playfully, throwing him a flirtatious glance.
Wu Heng grabbed her arm and pulled her into his arms.
He reached around her back to undo her clasp and laid it across her chest.
"You, always stirring things up and then ignoring the consequences, don't you have any sense of responsibility?" Wu Heng spoke bluntly.
With one hand draped over his shoulder and her legs swinging in the air, Li Yahong responded, "Letting you touch me casually isn't considered responsible enough? The environment here is terrible, even the air stinks. I don't feel like doing anything."
