"Fan... Brother Fan." After changing her sanitary pad, Wu Lingyu emerged from the ladies' restroom, bashfully keeping her head down, not daring to look at him.
"Changed it? Let me hold the plastic bag for you," said Xu Qingfan with a smile, reaching out to take the trash bag from her hand.
"Dirty..." Wu Lingyu shook her head desperately, her small hands tightly gripping the red bag's string handle, refusing to hand it over to him.
Xu Qingfan had no choice but to go along with her, taking the girl's other empty hand.
"You've picked up some new skills these past few days, not replying to my WeChat messages." He ruffled Yu's hair as they walked and talked.
Wu Lingyu stuck out her tongue sneakily and replied softly in defense, "It was clearly Brother Fan who did something wrong."
"I forgive you," she quickly added, worried that Xu Qingfan might misunderstand.
