"Shen Jiayin, did you sit on a nail?"
"No, no, I didn't."
"Got bugs on you?"
"No, no, I didn't."
"Then what's with all the 'no' and 'didn't'? Why are you squirming in your seat?" He asked, frowning and squinting to look at her more closely. "Not feeling sick, are you? Is your stomach hurting?"
"No."
"Still saying 'no'? I've been watching you squirm since a moment ago. You think I'm blind?" Just as he was about to put down his chopsticks in front of her stubborn denial, he noticed her hand digging into her pocket.
A mischievous smile crept up his eyes. "Shen Jiayin, you forgot your wallet."
Bingo.
In an instant, the change in expression on her face brought him unprecedented satisfaction: it was the first time he felt victorious in her presence.
