The Upper-Class Banquet, the Conspiracy

It was probably just a guideline.

She did not want Michael to be too proactive with her before this anyway. 

"I'll head back first." Monica lowered her head and put on her shoes.

Michael instinctively squatted down and was about to put it on for her when Monica blurted out, "Don't touch me."

Michael's hand, which was by Monica's feet, stiffened in embarrassment.

After Monica shouted, she felt a little guilty.

Just a second ago, she had the fear that she would be touched by something dirty.

Michael retracted his hand. "I'm sorry. I keep forgetting. I'll watch out next time."

Monica rejected him, but at the same time, she felt guilty. She believed that if this continued, she would go crazy.

Nevertheless, she gritted her teeth and forced herself to become cold-blooded, so much so that she did not notice Michael's pain.

She quickly put on her shoes and stood up from the swing.