"Feeling better now?" Li Qianfan asked.
"You're really awful, you know. I didn't say you couldn't touch me, so why did you have to mess with me on the bus?" Ye Ling'er said.
"Alright, alright, it's my fault, I'm the bad guy... Do you want to hit me a couple more times?" Li Qianfan said.
"I have no interest in hitting you!" Ye Ling'er retorted before turning and striding away.
Li Qianfan followed her with a smile, sneaking a glance at the area between her legs.
Sure enough, the crotch of Ye Ling'er's jeans was a little wet, though the pattern there made it less apparent—it was easy to overlook if you weren't paying close attention.
Li Qianfan was thinking of teasing Ye Ling'er a bit more just for fun, but seeing that she still seemed to be in a huff, he abandoned the idea.
Catching up with her in two quick strides, Li Qianfan walked alongside Ye Ling'er and asked, "Can you tell me now what kind of help you need, and why you want me to pretend to be your boyfriend?"
