Just a piece of clothing wouldn't be enough, it must have rubbed off onto the chair anyway.
"Trust me." Shuyuan held her shoulders with both hands, looking at her with incredibly sincere eyes, and for some reason, Pei Yining felt she really should trust him.
She stood up with his help, and the clothes Shuyuan bought finally came in handy—a long trench coat style, reaching all the way to her knees, so she didn't have to worry about anything showing from behind at all.
"Ah, it's all my fault." As Shuyuan helped her stand up, the cola they hadn't finished earlier spilled onto the chair. Before the server could come over, Shuyuan had already grabbed a whole bunch of napkins and started wiping it up. In no time, he tossed them in the trash; while the chair looked a bit damp, there was nothing else unusual about it.
Pei Yining couldn't even tell if the stain on the chair was from her or from the spilled cola.
Soon, a server came over to help.
