"Lu! Weisheng!" Yang Zheyan vigorously shook him, but it didn't seem to have woken him up. He resorted to his last method.
"Ow!" Lu Weisheng screamed, holding his head that was aching painfully. "What was that for? Don't you know that you have hands of steel!"
Yang Zheyan took a quick look at him up and down. It seems like he is back to his old self again. What was that all about?
"Forget it," Lu Weisheng mumbled his grievances. Rubbing his head, he took a look around at what they were currently doing. Where are they, and how did they get in this room? "W-where are we?"
"You tell me. You were the one who pulled me in." Yang Zheyan inspected Lu Weisheng's head. Just in case he accidentally caused him to have a mini amnesia.
"M-me? Stop, you're making me feeling all weird out." Lu Weisheng smacked away Yang Zheyan's hands. Although he does it all the time to Yang Zheyan to annoy him.
