Cheng Jue's smile faltered for a moment, then brightened even more, his face showing no hint of embarrassment, "Don't be so heartless, beautiful. I really want to make friends with you."
Wen Qiao remained indifferent, "Can't you hear that I'm sincerely rejecting you?"
The harsh sun beat down on her, making Wen Qiao feel even more irritable. She didn't feel like wasting more words with this tasteless, flirtatious peacock in front of her. She raised her hand, touched his shoulder with the back of her hand, and forcefully pushed him aside.
Cheng Jue, who hadn't been standing firmly to begin with, didn't expect this seemingly frail woman to have such strength, and was actually pushed aside by her.
With the path cleared in front of her, Wen Qiao took a pack of tissues out of her bag, drew one out, and wiped her hands.
