"Can you stop calling me a 'good girl' already? I have a name... My name is Sheng Qingxue!"
Every time he called her 'good girl', she couldn't help but think of what happened last night.
"Depends on my mood."
"You—"
Beitang approached her again.
Frightened, Qingxue stepped back, "What are you doing?"
"Helping you push your wheelchair."
"I can do it myself!" She certainly hadn't forgotten how he suddenly spun her wheelchair around and kissed her forcefully, and she didn't want that to happen again!
"Following the doctor's orders." Beitang pressed down on the wheelchair and started pushing it again.
"..." Fine, this is possible, she must be crazy.
Realizing he was pushing her wheelchair once more, Qingxue tensed up and spoke, "You're not going to suddenly kiss me without any reason again, are you?"
His earlier ambush left her somewhat flustered.
