Fortune-Telling

Shen Ranxin's breath caught. He hurriedly rummaged through his backpack, putting on an air of being extremely busy. "Who said I was picking your red string? Don't overthink it, okay? Why would I pick your red string? That's ridiculous, I..."

Before he could finish, Lu Zhi tilted his head and reached out to pinch his earlobe. "When you lie, your earlobes turn red. Did you know that?"

Shen Ranxin choked up and could not say a word.

"You didn't know, did you?" Lu Zhi took out Shen Ranxin's love knot and dangled it in his hand. "But you should know very well that I love you, right?"

"..." Shen Ranxin got to his feet without a word, picked up his backpack, and left.

Lu Zhi tilted his head.

His little young master was far too tsundere. Getting him to admit even a little affection in front of others was practically like taking his life.

Soon, the car arrived at the camp and picked up the other guests.

Cheng Cheng wanted to sit with Shen Ranxin, but Lu Zhi naturally would not let him have his way. He shoved Shen Ranxin into the window seat and stood guard outside like a door god.

Cheng Cheng looked at Lu Zhi expressionlessly and said, "Is this fun?"

"It is." Lu Zhi crossed one leg over the other. "What, do I have to strangle you with a khata before you understand you're not welcome?"

Cheng Cheng sneered. "Lu Zhi, I did save Shen Ranxin, didn't I? Is this how you treat me?"

Lu Zhi's eyes turned cold. "Otherwise, why do you think you can still stand here and speak to me properly instead of being sliced up and fed to the dogs?"

Shen Ranxin's head hurt from their elementary-school bickering.

They were out here