"I, I have nothing to repay you with, I, I only have myself."
Hu Qiaoling said in a low and faint voice as she looked down.
Zhang Xiaoshan understood Hu Qiaoling's intentions and hurriedly explained,
"That's not what I mean. Although I did bump into you earlier, now I really just think that you are kind-hearted and a good girl. I merely wanted to help you, so don't be like this."
Zhang Xiaoshan tried to pry Hu Qiaoling's hand away.
But Hu Qiaoling held on tight, showing no intention of letting go.
She lifted her head, her eyes gathering mist, and said in a very aggrieved tone,
"Do you, do you despise me? I've told you, I am clean, I, I'm not that kind of dirty girl."
"No, no, how could I despise you? I... "
Zhang Xiaoshan wanted to explain further, but the tears in Hu Qiaoling's eyes had already begun to flow.
Big teardrops fell with a patter.
"Don't cry, please don't cry, okay, okay, come here then."
Zhang Xiaoshan gave up resisting.