"Hey, no touching!" Qi Qianqian frowned. "Tell me, are you really a guy?"
"What, you want to check?" Yang Yaoguang pretended to reach for his zipper.
"Stop, stop, stop..." Qi Qianqian eyed Yang Yaoguang suspiciously. "No matter how I look at you, you seem quite 'effeminate', your skin is even smoother than mine..."
Yang Yaoguang interrupted Qi Qianqian impatiently. "Don't insult me, okay? Is it my fault that I have good skin? Stop wasting time, I have class soon. Women are so troublesome!"
"No woman could give birth to you?" Qi Qianqian rolled her eyes. "How about I pay you to tell my fortune?" She rifled through her pockets. "Three hundred, is that okay?"
Yang Yaoguang's expression turned sour. "Is this about money? You're too insulting. I'm going to class." Saying that, he really turned around to leave.
