Lu Xingzhe raised his eyebrows and said to Gu Zhiqi, "Your pen is out of ink, isn't it?"
Gu Zhiqi methodically put away the pen in his hand without responding to him.
Seeing this, Lu Xingzhe felt a trace of irritation. "What did you just write on my hand?"
Gu Zhiqi's movements were too quick; Lu Xingzhe had not seen, nor felt anything.
"Drew a circle," Gu Zhiqi said lazily, lifting his eyelids slightly, his eyes cool as he looked at Lu Xingzhe.
Lu Xingzhe: ?
Lu Xingzhe paused for two seconds, then spoke in annoyance, "What's the point of drawing a circle?"
Gu Zhiqi drawled, "Cursing you."
Lu Xingzhe "..."
Mo Weiran "..."
"Pfft"
Lu Xingzhe couldn't help but burst into laughter, and while laughing, he said to Gu Zhiqi, "Gu Zhiqi, how childish are you? How old are we to still be playing like this."
Gu Zhiqi lowered his head to sip on his milk tea, continuing to ignore him.
Childish? He would find out soon enough.
