A Favor (2)

"What are you doing?" Xiong Jingfei asked, pulling it closer to her, but he pulled on it harder and brought her closer to him. "I already said I'm not trying to run away."

"Make me believe that you won't be running away." Yang Zheyan sweetly said, like a devil trying to coax you into giving your soul away for free. 

"What can I do to make you believe me?" Xiong Jingfei asked, refusing to look at his face. If his voice was already like that, she could only imagine the face he was making.

"Let me go with you." 

Xiong Jingfei smiled and tried to remove Yang Zheyan's death grip fingers from her backpack strap, but it was called a death grip for nothing. "Young master Zheyan, I'm sure you're a very, very busy person! Why spare the time to accompany this lowly person to do nothing?"