"Yang Yifeng, I'm very grateful to you. No matter what your purpose is, you have indeed helped me several times, and even last time, you saved my life!"
Han Yuruo's gaze was distant, her voice imbued with an indefinable emotion.
"My brother has taught me since childhood to be someone who knows gratitude and seeks to repay kindness! For the smallest drop of water, I must return with a gushing spring! I'm truly sorry, but I simply can't repay the kindness you've shown me! All I have is this frail body and this very flesh. If you don't despise it, then... let it be the repayment of your kindness."
"What are you doing!"
Yang Yifeng's brows furrowed, his eyes suddenly turning cold. He walked over to Han Yuruo, picking up and draping the clothes over her.
"Do you really think I, Yang Yifeng, am the kind of person who would coerce gratitude and repayment? Han Yuruo, oh Han Yuruo, you and your brother are both so stubborn, so obstinate. Why won't you believe me!"