He didn't know why, despite looking delicate and well-groomed and wearing decent clothes, he had come to do something like this.
Seeing the mud and sand on his clothes and shoes, the dust on his face, and the bits of grass caught in his hair, Su Qiao guessed that if he hadn't come looking for her specifically, then he must have run into some kind of trouble and fallen on hard times, which was why he had chosen this way to extort money.
Whatever the reason, Su Qiao didn't feel like dealing with him now.
Su Qiao was about to leave when Ding Jihan jumped up from the ground in a panic and hurriedly pulled open his light-blue shirt, exposing his abdomen.
"My foot is fine, but there's something wrong with my stomach. I hit it against your bicycle's handlebars just now, and it's still hurting terribly. If you don't believe me, look."
Su Qiao glanced at it.
There was indeed a red patch on his stomach, but it wasn't anything serious.
"Your stomach is pretty fair." She hadn't expected someone so thin to have six-pack abs.
"..." What he wanted her to look at clearly wasn't how fair his stomach was, but his abs.
But was Qiaoqiao teasing me? Or was she flirting with me?
Ding Jihan's heart fluttered a little.
shamelessly, he leaned his face toward her. "My face is pretty fair too. Look."
Su Qiao was speechless.
What the hell is there to look at?
"Back off. You stink."
Ding Jihan immediately protested, "How could that be? I even..." He had even sprayed on perfume that morning.
Ever since he had awakened in this body again eleven years ago, he had paid particular attention to his appearance and always kept himself fresh and clean.
Every day, he