"Are you sick?"
Faced with Le Mulan's money-throwing behavior, Zhang Yu had originally wanted to say that.
But before he could, Bai Zhenzhen beside him had already nudged his shoulder and urged, "She wants to give you money! What are you dawdling for?"
Bai Zhenzhen said to Le Mulan, "Where do you want to touch? Taking off his shirt costs extra."
Le Mulan shook her head repeatedly. "No need, just... touching his hand is enough."
Just then, Le Mulan suddenly began to tremble faintly. Her brows furrowed as she patted the bench beneath her and said, "Stop moving around."
The girl lying beneath Le Mulan gritted her teeth and stopped. The eyes and nose on her face seemed scrunched together, while inside, she felt as though she were weeping tears of blood.
"Why? Why would the top student of the year, so rich, so outstanding, so noble, spend money on a poor and filthy student from Songyang High School?"
Once the chair beneath her stopped trembling, Le Mulan looked at Zhang Yu again and slowly extended her hand.
Suddenly, Bai Zhenzhen grabbed her palm. "Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? You haven't paid yet."
Thus, after Le Mulan transferred 2,000 yuan over, Zhang Yu felt a small icy hand slowly touch him.
It first brushed his fingertips tentatively. Then Zhang Yu felt her palm slither like a snake from his fingertips to the back of his hand, where it rested lightly.
It's like a block of ice... The thought had barely crossed Zhang Yu's mind when Le Mulan swiftly pulled her hand back.
She nodded and exhaled. "That's enough."
Bai Zhenzhen looked at Le Mulan curiously and asked, "You're done? Want to touch me too? I can be cheaper."
The corner of Le Mulan's previously cold lips curled upward