"Su Li! We're friends!" Zhao Wenming took a step forward, trying to grab Su Li's hand.
Su Li jerked back and shouted, "Zhao Wenming!"
Zhao Wenming jumped, startled.
"Su Li, what are you doing? Keep your voice down. Why are you suddenly shouting? If someone sees us, it'll be hard to explain..."
"So you know it'd be hard to explain? Then what are you doing grabbing at me?"
Su Li's voice didn't get quieter. In fact, it grew louder. "Zhao Wenming, do you want to go to jail?"
Zhao Wenming looked at the unfamiliar woman before him, his heart pounding with panic.
"Su Li, what are you talking about? What's this about jail...?"
"You know exactly what I'm talking about! I don't care who you flirt with—the young girls or the young wives in the village, that's none of my business. But don't you dare try anything with me. Hitting on me comes with a price. If your shamelessness pushes me too far, believe me when I say I'll scream and have you sent to jail!"
