She stepped on Yan Yichen's foot and said in a mosquito-like hum, "In such a public place, don't speak recklessly!"
Yan Yichen laughed playfully, his slanted eyes squinting. He had often seen Jian Yixue's indifferent look when she ruthlessly rejected him, but it was rare to see her shy and bashful expression—it was truly refreshing.
He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "If you don't like it, then let's go home and talk slowly."
The wisps of warm breath lingered around her ear, and Jian Yixue felt half of her body go numb, her ears burning as if she had a high fever.
After teasing Jian Yixue, Yan Yichen looked at the couple with a half-smiling gaze, "I can't advise you to be remade into smarter people, but I urge you to be kind. Please learn to respect others in the future, especially those in the service industry. It's hard work, isn't it?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" The couple nodded rapidly, looking as if they were about to cry.
