Ji Yanran bowed her head and bit her lip. She had mixed feelings and had never dreamed that she would feel this way.
"Sister, shouldn’t you honor the contract now?" Han Sen pouted.
"You cannot expect me to do this in public." Ji Yanran looked like she was drunk with her crimson cheeks.
Han Sen’s heart suddenly raced. He widened his eyes and said, "Do you want get a room?"
"Shut up!" Ji Yanran threw her cup at Han Sen and turned away.
Han Sen caught the cup and quickly followed her. He walked side by side with her and touched her arm with his.
"What?" Ji Yannan snappily glared at him.
"A couple should walk like this." Han Sen put Ji Yanran's hand on his arm and said with a smile.
Ji Yanran’s cheeks were flushed, but she did not pull her hand back. She rolled her eyes and said, "Cheeky!"
"My mother said girlfriends are for cheeky guys," said Han Sen without shame.
