Chu Hao smirked inwardly. She kicked me out yesterday, and I've been bottling this up all night! Serves her right.
Qiu Xueying was furious. This guy was really pushing his luck, his hand creeping further and further up her thigh.
"Chu Hao, these words are so simple. Do you really not know them?"
Chu Hao feigned utter bewilderment. "I really don't," he said. "If I did, I wouldn't ask."
You just keep pretending, kid, Qiu Xueying thought, gritting her teeth. She suddenly moved to sit beside Chu Hao. "Fine, Teacher will teach you."
As they spoke, the two engaged in an "intense" discussion about vocabulary. Under the table, however, the interaction was infinitely more charged than any study session.
Qiu Xueying first pressed down hard on Chu Hao's thigh and pinched fiercely. He gasped, the sharp pain almost making him cry out.
Chu Hao grimaced, the pain almost unbearable.
She glared at Chu Hao. I'm going to pinch you black and blue! she thought.
