The rain was almost stopping.
It was almost twelve o'clock...
Gong Shirao got up to settle the bill, but Zhan Nanjue took out his wallet first, "Charge it to my card."
"No!" Gong Shirao said, "I ate the most, I'll pay."
"A man letting a woman pay, I can't do such a thing."
"That's male chauvinism!" Gong Shirao said.
Zhan Nanjue still insisted on taking out his card.
Gong Shirao held his wrist and pushed his wallet back, not allowing him to take out the card.
"At least let's split the bill, we're not at the stage where we pay for each other."
Zhan Nanjue's body stiffened slightly, "Gong Shirao, do you really have to draw such a clear line with me?"
"There's no need to draw any lines between us because there's nothing between us to begin with." Gong Shirao said, "You're making me feel very troubled."
Just over a meal, she actually used the word 'troubled.'
"Okay then." Zhan Nanjue didn't want to make it difficult for her either.
