Chen Yu returned the 800 yuan to Feng Yiman. "Keep it. You don't have to pay me back. Consider that kiss as payment."

Feng Yiman blushed at the mention of the kiss. She coughed, trying to mask her embarrassment. "No, I don't like owing anyone anything."

In English class, Feng Yiman was completely absorbed in her studies. The teacher had them read aloud, then walked over to Feng Yiman. Seeing Chen Yu fiddling with his phone again, the teacher held out a hand expectantly.

Resigned, Chen Yu placed his phone in her palm. The teacher threatened, "I'll deal with you after class!" Then, turning to Feng Yiman, her voice softened. "Help him with his English."

"Yes, teacher." Now that she knew about their relationship, the strange feeling she'd had earlier vanished.

As soon as the teacher left, Chen Yu slumped onto his desk. "Don't bother teaching me. I'm not learning anything!" He was the picture of a slacker student.

Without his phone, boredom set in. He started teasing Feng Yiman, messing up her hair, then twirling it around his fingers like he was playing with a cricket. She squirmed, trying to avoid his antics. Finally, exasperated, she pulled out her own phone and offered it to him. Just as she was about to speak, she froze, her expression locking in place.

Chen Yu noticed the change. "What's wrong? Did you see a ghost?" Why had she suddenly stopped moving?

"H-here, take my ph-phone. J-just stop bothering me!" Her warning stuttered out in broken pieces.

Chen Yu’s playful mood vanished. He reached out as if to shake her. "What's going on? Did someone hit your pressure points?"

She dodged his hand, her delicate brows furrowed, her lips pressed tightly together. Why did all the embarrassing things happen to her? Her bra strap had come undone, both at the back and the shoulder. She felt a looseness across her chest and quickly crossed her arms, hiding herself beneath the desk. She needed to ask the teacher to go to the restroom, but where was the teacher?

Chen Yu studied her for a moment, then realization dawned. He leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips. "Did your bra strap break?" he whispered.

She turned her face away, silent.

"I'll help you. Turn your back to me; no one will notice," Chen Yu offered.

"Mind your own business!" How could she let a boy fix her bra?

"Come on," Chen Yu said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer. "If you don't fix it now, it'll be even more embarrassing if it falls down when the teacher calls on you." He turned her so her back was to him, his hand reaching towards her shirt.

She resisted. They were in public! Forget the embarrassment of a boy fixing her bra; what would people think if they saw his hand under her shirt?

Seeing her reluctance, Chen Yu threatened, "If you don't cooperate, I'll pull the other strap down too. Let's see how you like going braless in front of everyone."

The threat worked. She awkwardly shifted so her back was to him, starting to reach for the strap herself. "Just block me," she mumbled. She wanted to fix it herself. She tried to convince herself that her deskmate was her best girlfriend.

Chen Yu ignored her request, deciding to be a Good Samaritan. He brushed her hand aside and reached inside, his fingers touching the taut, soft cotton. "Which hook is it on?" he asked casually, making her want to disappear. How did he know so much?

"The... the last one," she stammered.

Once he'd fixed it, he teased her mercilessly. "Wow, you're really small, huh?"

She whirled around, face burning, but didn’t reply. The front strap was still undone, and that was even harder to fix. Seeing the English teacher head towards the office, she threw caution to the wind. "Can you… can you block me again?" she asked Chen Yu.

Chen Yu's grin widened. "Sure. Want me to hug you while I'm at it?"

"No!"

This time, Chen Yu didn't tease her further. He steered her to a corner, shielding her while she fumbled with the strap. He didn't want to cause a scene. He'd win her over eventually; there was no rush.