"Whatever You Like"
"Wait, Zhao Yun, you can't clean it with your hands." Lai Jiayi dodged the boy and smiled wryly. Her lips were twitching, and tears started to gather at the edge of her eyes.
"I-i will go home and change." Lai Jiayi scratched her head. The girl didn't wait for Zhao Yun's response and immediately turned back, startling the group.
[Jia, where are you going, quack!] Yaya stared at Lai Jiayi, who was about to walk away from the group.
[Home! Change my clothes and– ] she hadn't finished her words when Zhao Yang's voice sounded.
"Wait. That was my fault." The guy approached the girl and tapped her shoulder before stepping back again.
"Ah?" Lai Jiayi turned back while gripping the edge of her sweater.
'It's clearly because I didn't take the ball, so it slipped and flew toward me. Why are you apologizing?'
The girl looked at Zhao Yang with eyebrows bent down.
"N-no, I'm clumsy, boss– "