"Ah Yu, I'll fan for you." Chu Heng sighed inwardly, helplessly. To keep his status from dropping further, he didn't wait for Ye Muyu to respond and gently leaned over to fan her.
Ye Muyu felt comfortable indeed, but she couldn't in good conscience let someone fan for her, knowing full well how tiring the task was.
She reached out to push his wrist, "Don't bother, I'm not hot right now."
But her slightly furrowed brow revealed that she was lying.
Chu Heng saw it clearly and didn't stop the motion but continued to fan her.
Ye Muyu endured it for a while but, seeing that he was poised to keep fanning all afternoon, finally couldn't bear it any longer. She lifted her eyes to look at him, full of disapproval, "You really don't need to fan for me, it's very tiring."
