"You're blocking my way," Ye Jiuliang said while idly tucking her hands into her pockets, her cool voice carrying a hint of petulance.
Li Mochan stepped forward, abruptly closing the distance between them, his magnetic voice lowered, "I was joking with you, I haven't forgotten the bet."
"What are you talking about? I don't understand a word," Ye Jiuliang replied, the corners of her lips curling into a playful smirk as the tables turned.
"Are you really mad?" Li Mochan leaned in close, frustration and indulgent affection mingling in his eyes before returning to calm.
Looking up at the man's conciliatory smile, Ye Jiuliang pursed her lips and said grumpily, "This time I'll let it go because of the motorcycle, but if there's a next time... Hmph."
In public, a handsome man paired with a beautiful woman was bound to draw attention, even more so when the man was the famous Li Mochan of the capital.