"What... what can I even think! It's all because you keep rubbing and nudging!" Don't you know men can't stand teasing?
Yan Huan got up in a huff, looking at the small tent formed on Yan Huan's military trousers, too angry to let out a single breath, she stomped her foot down fiercely on his leg, "I'm telling you, Cheng Yue, have some shame, will you! Pretend like today's incident never happened, and so will I! It's like we never saw each other! Such bad luck!"
"You're talking about bad luck? I'm the one who's actually unlucky! Nothing good ever happens when I run into you! Just go, go, go! I don't want to see you!" Cheng Yue, feeling taken advantage of and also saying unlucky, felt suffocated with annoyance deep inside.
"Fine then, I'm leaving!" Yan Huan huffed coldly and left.
Cheng Yue stood up, dusting off the dirt on him, and rubbing the back of his head where it hurt from the fall, he left as well.