Jiang Nian held her hand for a while, then quickly pulled his hand back.
"Sis, this is a human hand, not a pig trotters. You're holding it so tight, you're about to marinate it with your hand sweat."
Upon hearing this, Yu Zhiyi's face turned rosy.
"You're the one with sweaty hands!"
"Who doesn't?"
"You!!" Yu Zhiyi was furious, but had to lower her voice, "Stop talking!"
Jiang Nian was happy to oblige, and didn't utter a word the entire way. He even had a quiet demeanor when they distributed the airplane meals.
"What do you want?" Yu Zhiyi asked.
He pointed at the yogurt on the side, then pointed to himself, and made a motion of inserting a straw.
Yu Zhiyi: "...."
What an ass!
She was visibly annoyed but still bit her lower lip. She inserted straws into two yogurt boxes and handed them to Jiang Nian.
"Thank you," Jiang Nian said.
"Aren't you supposed to be silent?" Yu Zhiyi was simmering with anger, sneakily poking fun at him.
