"I was expecting a slap, to be honest. Since you didn't, I guess I'm off the hook."
Seeing Zhou Luan frozen in place, Lin Chu covered his face with his hands and laughed.
This sense of ease was a strange thing. It stemmed from inner strength—a lack of paranoia and a firm belief that you wouldn't be hurt.
At the same time, one's own ease could influence others.
Zhou Luan stared at him, snapping out of her daze. "Is it too late to slap you now?"
"Go ahead!"
Lin Chu lowered his hands and offered her one side of his face.
He was quite shameless.
Zhou Luan shot him a look and sighed. Of course, she wasn't actually going to hit him. Instead, she reached out and pinched his cheek.
"You're so annoying!"
"Alright, sit down. Later, ask about the United Youth Association. I want to join that awesome-sounding club and hang out with a bunch of rich kids."
Lin Chu gave her another order, letting the previous topic drift away.
"I won't!"
"Then how are you going to thank me?"
