An Ning tilted her head.
"That's not necessary."
"Don't be shy, I'm strong!"
The woman acted as if she hadn't heard An Ning's refusal, reaching for the luggage on her back with an insistent enthusiasm.
Most people would have probably just given in after some token resistance. But this was An Ning.
An Ning sidestepped and took a step back, leaving the woman's hand to grab at empty air.
"I said I don't need it. That means I don't need it. Your strength has nothing to do with me."
An Ning put her luggage on the ground, turned the key, and pushed the door open to go inside.
"Young people are so sensitive. What's wrong with a little help? I live here, too."
Rejected again, the woman showed no sign of embarrassment. She even started to follow An Ning inside.
An Ning frowned. Holding her luggage in one hand, she blocked the doorway and stared at the woman.
"I didn't invite you in. To enter uninvited is to be a thief."
"You're a funny one. Alright, alright, I won't come in."
