She shook her head in disbelief, leaning back against the seat, arms crossed tightly. "That man threw you away like trash, and you're sitting here saying he helped you? Please, Yan An, have some self-respect."
Yan An chuckled under his breath, a small, quiet sound. He reached over, giving her shoulder a gentle squeeze.
"Relax," he murmured. "It's not what you think. I forgot my wallet. He paid for our food."
Lu Xin'ai turned her face away, scoffing. "Doesn't count," she muttered. "Bad people don't suddenly become saints just because they pick up the tab."
Yan An bit back another laugh, shaking his head. "Alright, alright. Let's go home. I can't have you starving and lecturing me at the same time."
Her lips pursed into a pout, but she didn't argue. Instead, she gave him a half-hearted glare before swatting his arm. "Fine. You win. But only because I'm too hungry to keep yelling."
The tension eased, her rant softening into something almost endearing.
