After Xie Zhitan finished speaking in a fury, both of them froze.
They had been spending more time together lately.
But on closer reflection, Qin Ci had been the one approaching Xie Zhitan every time.
For as long as Qin Ci had known him, Xie Zhitan had always seemed gentle yet distant, polite to everyone.
Someone like him actually swore?
Qin Ci's incredulous stare made Xie Zhitan's headache even worse.
After a long while, he said weakly, "As long as your back's fine. Sit down and eat."
Qin Ci was practically a barrel of explosives bursting with energy.
The emotional swings he dragged Xie Zhitan through were like a roller coaster.
Especially when Xie Zhitan started throwing around the word "fuck" with a classmate he barely knew. It was as if he had been possessed.
"Oh, right. Let's eat."
But Qin Ci never denied himself anything, and he refused to bottle up what was on his mind.
"That guy playing the piano-what exactly do you want his contact details for?"
His tone was flippant, and he didn't look at Xie Zhitan.
The restaurant had a distinctly traditional decor, and its tableware was fine porcelain. Bronze fingers toyed mercilessly with the lustrous white pieces.
Xie Zhitan looked away from the poor teacup, his gaze briefly sweeping over Qin Ci's somewhat careless expression.
"To flirt." Why was that restless fire still smoldering inside me?
Clink!
The teacup slipped from Qin Ci's hand and struck the bone china saucer with a clear ring.
Qin Ci pressed his lips together. Flames seemed to burn in his eyes, ready to incinerate everything in his sight at any moment.
"I don't believe you! Say it again. What exactly do you want his contact details for?"
"Didn't you say I wanted his contact details so I could