"Writing," Liu Lianyu's smile is strained and judging from the way that Lin Jiaen is looking at him, she can see right through his poor excuse.
But she's a good friend and doesn't pry, not right away. And instead quietly compartmentalizes the information till she can use it at a later time to strike. Liu Lianyu's known her for enough years to brace himself, and he does this by pouring more beer into his glass. This time he adds a shot of soju.
"Oh?" Lin Jiaen tilts her head, eyes flashing with pointed interest, "What are you writing about? Don't tell me it's the same fantasy story as before."
Liu Lianyu nods. He doesn't make eye contact and makes sure to fill up her glass as well. "Yes. I need to rewrite it before I think about publishing or anything."
Lin Jiaen quirks her brow, "Ge, you've been 're'-writing that story for over five years now! At this rate, you'll never reach the ending."
