"It wouldn't be good for your reputation, would it?" Xu Qinghuan asked.
Stripped of his cold exterior, Jiang Xingye was nothing more than a clumsy, tongue-tied lad. His face flushed a deep red, and as his grip loosened, his bicycle nearly toppled over. He scrambled to steady it, but the pedal struck his calf with a sharp thud.
He didn't even flinch. "I'm fine!"
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