Seeing Lin Hanzhi's giddy smile, Miao Yue could have guessed with her appendix that he was chatting with Brother Qi. She tactfully said, "Send more selfies and talk less. With that mouth of yours, I'm afraid you'll make Brother Qi pass out from anger."
Holding his phone, Lin Hanzhi sneered. "He wouldn't. If he heard you say that, he might even join me in talking smack about you."
As he spoke, an invisible tail perked up behind him, smugness written all over his face.
Miao Yue: "...?"
"He won't even let me say bad things about myself. Of course he wouldn't let you." The corners of Lin Hanzhi's mouth soared.
Miao Yue hadn't expected to have his relationship flaunted in her face from such a strange angle. She was half happy for him and half convinced he truly had no shame. After a few seconds of silence, she finally asked, "So are we still taking pictures?"
Her photography skills were excellent. Even casual shots of her friends in Lolita fashion, hanfu, and JK uniforms came out spectacular-the sort of lifetime-highlight photos worth putting on their gravestones when they died.
"...Yes, but wait until the ghostly aura disperses. I'm afraid he'll worry about me." Lin Hanzhi decisively chose the option most advantageous to himself.
"Fine," Miao Yue said. "But Gesang and I have both blown our covers in front of Brother Qi. Why haven't you dropped yours yet? Addicted to hiding in your shell?"
Lin Hanzhi: "..."
"Let me think about how to say it, and what occasion to say it on, so he'll be less angry."
Miao Yue said, "Isn't it a little late to worry about him getting angry?"
"Shut up. I'm already annoyed," Lin Hanzhi snapped.
When he first met Qi Gu, he had instantly crafted a cowardly