Hua Qingcheng saw Tan Feiyu approaching proactively to inquire, and hurriedly put on a pitiful look to plead for help from Tan Feiyu: "This gentleman, although I know this person, we are just ordinary friends. Yet today he suddenly wants me to be his woman. I refused, and now he's trying to force himself on me. Please, sir, help me!"
Hua Qingcheng looked as if she might burst into tears, appearing very pitiful. Her delicate face, as small as a palm, showed light sorrow, her brows were furrowed, and her eyes glistened with tears, making her especially able to evoke a man's sympathy. Although Tan Feiyu was still young, he had developed the habit of grown men who liked to cherish the weak.
