Qin Yue's eyes widened as she stood there dumbfounded.
She never expected that the boy who had just saved her would now behave in such a way.
"Is it always pink down there for you?"
Liu Jianhong pointed at Qin Yue's nipple and looked up at her, asking.
Strangely, his expression and tone didn't convey any sense of lewdness.
It was as if he was genuinely asking a question in a serious manner.
Could it be because Liu Jianhong's youthful appearance made him seem more like a kid?
Qin Yue quickly snapped back to reality and hastily used her hands to grab the torn skirt, covering her chest on both sides.
Unfortunately, the torn skirt was no longer able to effectively cover her body.
Although she could still hide her chest and nipples with her hands, it left her lower half completely exposed.
"Hey, why are you ignoring me?"
Liu Jianhong looked at Qin Yue, seemingly a bit displeased, and pursed his lips.
"I just saved you earlier. Is this the attitude you have towards someone who saved your life?"
He pouted slightly and spoke in a tone that was half complaining and half teasing.
"Um, I wasn't ignoring you. It's just that I didn't know how to answer the question you asked earlier."
After hearing Qin Yue's words, Liu Jianhong fell silent for a moment, then blinked and said, "I overheard some of the things you and Zhang Yaru said earlier. Did you really steal Chen Yifan away from her?"
"Of course not!" Qin Yue immediately denied upon hearing this.
Liu Jianhong continued to question her, asking, "Really? Are you truly just Chen Yifan's cousin?"
"Huh?" Qin Yue was taken aback for a moment, then quickly nodded. "Yes, that's right. I am Little Fan's cousin."
Liu Jianhong seemed skeptical of her words, but he didn't press further.
Instead, he lowered his head and glanced at Qin Yue's exposed lower body and the dense black forest between her legs.
"What are you looking at?!"
Qin Yue suddenly shouted at Liu Jianhong, quickly covering the pubic hair between her legs with one hand while using her other arm to shield her exposed nipples from the torn fabric of her skirt.
Liu Jianhong did not respond, as if he hadn't heard her shout at all.
He slowly stood up, turned his head to the side, and leisurely took off the jacket he was wearing.
"With that appearance of yours, I doubt you can go anywhere."
As he spoke, Liu Jianhong gently placed the jacket he had just taken off over Qin Yue's body.
"My house is not far from here. Come with me first, I'll find you some clothes to wear."