Jiang Ning tapped the Asphalt Road with his toe, mounted his Mountain Bike, and looked ready to head home alone.
Before leaving, he deliberately looked down at Xue Yuantong.
Xue Yuantong stood in the night wind, panicking now.
She looked around. The moonlight, which had seemed hazy before, now looked eerie. Only then did she suddenly realize that this was the middle of nowhere! The chilly night wind swept across her neck, making Xue Yuantong feel a shiver of cold.
I won't be left here, will I? The thought suddenly sprang into her mind.
The thought of being all alone terrified her! How badly she wanted to call out to Jiang Ning:
Don't go.
But she couldn't. She was cool—cool beyond measure. She would never submit to Jiang Ning, the Great Demon King.
She was proud and noble.
Xue Yuantong, don't lower your head, or your crown will fall.
In her panic, she suddenly came up with an idea.
Thus, in the cold night, her clear voice rang out:
"It's so cold. As a strong person, I definitely won't be cold. I understand that you're freezing and want to get home quickly, but I won't compromise over the Small Cake you ate."
"Still, I, Xue Yuantong, am not unreasonable. Let's play a game and settle our grudge."
"What do you think?"
The faint chill made Xue Yuantong wrap her arms around her chest.
She raised her head and met Jiang Ning's gaze, her eyes lofty and her expression as though she were bestowing him a great favor.
Jiang Ning watched her put on an act. "What game?"
Xue Yuantong reached into her pocket and pulled out some candy.
"Guess how many candies I have in my hand."
"If you guess right, I won't hold the Small Cake against you. If