Song Yi looked up at him, her eyes misty.
Before he could speak, she slowly said, "Now you have to take responsibility, right? You didn't just touch, you also squeezed."
"You can't seriously be a jerk, can you?"
She said it in a not-so-serious, joking manner.
"Song Yi." The man called her name, very seriously.
"Stop pretending to be drunk, or I'll have to throw cold water on you."
The man gripped her wrist tightly, causing some pain. His fierce demeanor was somewhat intimidating.
"You really are a jerk," Song Yi muttered, frowning, and shook her hand trying to break free, "It hurts, let go."
The woman was soft and petite.
Tang Si furrowed his brow slightly, and in the next moment, let her go.
She rubbed her reddened wrist, her face crumpled, her tone full of grievance, "You have no idea how to treat a woman gently. Besides me, no one would want to marry you."
The woman's voice fell silent.
The air was filled with silence.
