Xiao Qingyu sighed. "Why are you crying, as if I've done something."
Song Yuyun pressed his large hand. "You doing this to me, what's the difference from rape."
Xiao Qingyu laughed. "If you really see it that way, I might as well have forced you. Spare me from bearing the reputation without reaping any benefits."
"Please don't… Director Xiao, you mustn't."
Xiao Qingyu was already out of patience with her, so he simply asked, "Do you want to go home now?"
"Yes!"
"Then come and sit with me in the back seat for a while, I promise I'll let you go home after that," Xiao Qingyu proposed a deal.
Song Yuyun looked at him warily. "Just sit for a while?"
"Hmm," he smiled.
Song Yuyun continued to clarify. "You can't touch me."
"Okay, I promise you!"
Song Yuyun said helplessly, "Fine, for you, I'll walk on the edge of my moral baseline once more."
"Hehe, trust me, you will find it worthwhile!" Xiao Qingyu said with a laugh.