Chen Ningxi's leg hurt so much that she couldn't drive to work, so Cheng Qiaobei struggled to hold back his laughter as he drove her.
Despite being quite handsome, his face now looked really annoying.
At a red light, Chen Ningxi grumbled, "Who does this?"
Cheng Qiaobei deliberately misunderstood her, asking, "How do you want me to do it?"
"..." Chen Ningxi belatedly realized she had dug herself a big hole.
Blushing, she said, "I meant who would do it like you."
Cheng Qiaobei played the same cheeky game, "How do you want me to do it?"
"Don't change the subject. I'm saying you lack restraint," Chen Ningxi said, then felt it wasn't stern enough, "Do you know how much my leg hurts now? I still have to work, but my leg hurts because..."
She couldn't find the right words to describe her discomfort, "... because of my pain, you're sleeping in the guest room tonight."
Cheng Qiaobei responded with two words, "Not going."