"What's wrong?"
Ten minutes later, Su Shu, who Tang Zelin had taken to a quiet, uninhabited open space near the gym, still asked worriedly.
Tang Zelin moved a flat, large stone for her, cleaned it off, and patted it: "Sit here, the ground is cold."
"And you?" she asked as she sat down as instructed.
Tang Zelin gave a light smile, sat down cross-legged directly on the ground, his demeanor relaxed and unrestrained like stars roaming free in the night sky.
"We men aren't that delicate."
Su Shu pretended to stand up, really, this man could infuriate her to death three times a day.
"I'm not that delicate either!"
A large hand grasped her wrist and firmly kept her in place on the stone slab.
"Just teasing you, you little thing, quite stubborn, aren't you?"
Su Shu was silent, but she vigorously shook off the man's hand.
"Men and women shouldn't be too close."
He burst out laughing.
"What about us having already kissed, how does that count?"
