What else did I do?
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How did it turn out like this?
"Wu!" Fang Juexia tried his best to break free of the grip Pei Tingsong had on his hands, while simultaneously using all of his strength to push at him, but it didn't work at all. On the contrary, he ended up driving Pei Tingsong even crazier, to the extent that this person pressed up against him fully, leaving him no breathing space at all.
He didn't know if he had really forced Pei Tingsong to kiss him when he had been drunk, and even more, he didn't know how he had kissed him at that time. But in any case, Pei Tingsong's kiss was definitely nothing like a dragonfly skimming over water, and the more he resisted, the harder Pei Tingsong went at it. The fires of alcohol and the desire for victory had burned his reason to ashes, and he didn't even care if Fang Juexia was still pushing at him. He directly grabbed Fang Juexia's jaw with his hand, and as if he were prying open an iceberg, forced him to open up his firmly closed mouth.
As an inexperienced beginner, what kind of excellent skills could he have?
He kissed Fang Juexia with his lips and teeth, kissed him with his bones.
This fire had ignited an unprecedented desire in the depths of his heart, rendering this mimicry that had sprung up, no longer so simple.
The sealed glaciers were smashed into helpless ice floes, which were then forced to melt into spring water. The gradually dwindling air supply turned Fang Juexia's resistance into death throes. His elevated neck seemed to have lost the ability to swallow, and he really became a prey that gradually lost himself.
No, he couldn't turn into prey.
This burst of will restored a moment of clarity to him, and he used the last of his strength to mercilessly bite down.
The crazy wolf cub was pained, let go, and looked up, only to then severely be slapped by Fang Juexia.
Late in the night, this slap resounded particularly clearly in the bedroom, so clear that it reverberated repeatedly within Fang Juexia's confused mind. He had never hit anyone like this with such great strength.
But he really didn't want to be a tool that a drunken Pei Tingsong could use to blow off steam.
Pei Tingsong's head turned away after he slapped him, with his arms now supporting his body. This blow seemed to have slapped him silly, and with his half dry hair scattered across his face, Fang Juexia couldn't make out his current expression clearly.
Fang Juexia wiped at the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand while gasping rapidly for breath. After seeing that Pei Tingsong's bath towel had also been kicked all over the place by him, he could only lift up the whole quilt to cover up Pei Tingsong's body.
He could still taste the blood that had suffused within his mouth, all the way from the back of his teeth to the tip of his tongue, but it wasn't his blood.
Originally, a bellyful of fire ready to explode had been festering within him, but now that Pei Tingsong was completely immobile, he couldn't even direct a single curse word at him. After that slap, the room had become horribly quiet.
Fang Juexia didn't know what was wrong with him as well. At such a moment, he should just throw up his hands and leave. It was Pei Tingsong who had gone crazy first, so he could just treat this entire incident as having been bitten by a dog.
If you got bit by a dog, you couldn't just bite the dog back.
No mistake.
He originally wasn't a person who liked to get entangled in things. Blocking out any person or thing that would affect his mood by just pretending that they didn't exist or that thing didn't happen came to him easily. He could maintain his inner peace by employing this method.
This had always been Fang Juexia's consistent maxim when it came to dealing with such matters.
After getting out of the bed, he clamped onto a pillow and carried it away, then opened the wardrobe, found another quilt inside it, and got ready to leave the room. Even if he had to sleep on the sofa, he just didn't want to be in the same room as this lunatic.
While holding onto the quilt, as he was leaving the bedroom, having walked no more than two steps, the now hard-hearted Fang Juexia heard a sound, and his steps slowed.
Pei Tingsong sneezed three times in a row.
Just a few seconds passed, and Fang Juexia now stood in the corridor as he ransacked his mind to list out all the shortcomings Pei Tingsong possessed that he could find. Pei Tingsong had made fun of him in all kinds of ways these past two years, and then he tried very hard to recall just how indignant he had been, how angry he currently was, and how much he had wanted to beat this madman up.
Dozens of seconds passed.
Fang Juexia, who had experienced lots of people and things, still went back to the bedroom, cursing himself out as he headed back.
He was simply the most contradictory person in the world.
Pei Tingsong was clearly the most arrogant and immature person he had ever met, and this person possessed countless shortcomings that could pave the way for him to ignore him now. But in the past few seconds, all he had thought of was how Pei Tingsong had helped him get out of trouble; at that crucial, hanging-by-a-thread moment on that stage, Pei Tingsong had followed his lead without any hesitation, he had held his shoulder steady in the dark, and even though he obviously didn't know how to take care of people, he had even kept his demented drunk self company for a whole night, and then during the escape room game, he had protected him and given his all….
And just a while ago, he had said over and over again—Fang Juexia, you're so good.
His so-called hard-heartedness was akin to a paper tiger that could be punctured through with a finger.
"Pei Tingsong, for the sake of all the times you have taken care of me before, I'll return the favor. I will do everything possible to help you." He threw the quilt in his hands on the bed, put it on top of Pei Tingsong without any gentleness at all, then bent his head, and struggled to wrap him up with another blanket. At present, he was the world's most attentive sushi master as he coarsely rolled up a wolf heart and dog lungkimbap.
Only Pei Tingsong's head was left sticking out, and the expression on his face looked like he had been completely wronged. His right cheek had been slapped bright red, and the edges of his eyes were red, making it seem that he was about to cry. Fang Juexia couldn't tell whether he was really sad or had caught a cold, but anyway, he had been sniffling the whole time.
Fang Juexia was still really angry, so he pressed Pei Tingsong down with both hands. His voice was unusually vicious. "Don't move. If you end up catching a cold, I really won't care for you anymore."
Pei Tingsong was even more aggrieved after hearing this. "My mouth hurts!"
"You deserved it," Fang Juexia glared at him. "You should be thanking God and the heavens right now that I didn't bite your tongue completely off."
On hearing him say that, Pei Tingsong's mouth shriveled. "How can you be so fierce ah?"
"Is this the first time you've met me?"
"No…" He answered the question honestly, and began to mutter again, this time with a bit of a stutter added in, "You can be-be gentle and soft with others, but you're the fiercest towards me. You don't—you don't even smile at me."
Fang Juexia glanced at him and was about to speak, but Pei Tingsong seemed particularly afraid of him interrupting his words, and so, didn't pause for breath before complaining again, "I—you-you kissed me that day, and I didn't even lose my temper. I didn't say a word against you, and I even hugged you to sleep. But you, I just kissed you once, and then you hit me. Even my dad doesn't dare to hit me, if he ever hit me, I would jump out the window, and I would just drive his car away! I'll drive to…"
Fang Juexia had a terrible headache now, and he covered Pei Tingsong's mouth with one hand as he sat his whole person on Pei Tingsong who was currently wrapped in a quilt. "Shut up, I don't want to know where you're going to drive your father's car to. You can even go to Las Vegas, and it'll have nothing to do with me."
"Wu!" Pei Tingsong was obviously not happy. Fang Juexia wasn't even letting him talk, and the anger from that grew the more he was suppressed, so he opened his mouth to bite him. Yet, as soon as his teeth touched his hand, he closed his mouth again and shook his head in anger.
"You are really crazy. Don't drink any more in the future. Actually, neither of us should drink anymore." Fang Juexia took his hand away from his mouth and instead, pressed it on his head. Pei Tingsong sniffled a bit, and pitifully said, "You bit my hand, but I won't bite back."
Fang Juexia pulled opened the collar of his shirt and said, "I've already let you bite my neck until the skin broke, Young Master, and you still say you won't bite back."
Pei Tingsong really didn't let it go. "Then, since you kissed me, is it not okay for me to kiss you back? I didn't even hit you, but you still hit me."
"I just can't outtalk you."
"You were originally…"
Fang Juexia's anger reached its limit, and he pointed at his face as he said, "Shut up. I'll just ask you, did I kiss you that way? No matter how drunk I was, I wouldn't be like the way you just were, that's impossible."
"That's just how you were." Pei Tingsong vigorously raised his head, smacked his lips and gave Fang Juexia's index finger a kiss. "Just like that."
Fang Juexia hurriedly pulled his fingers away, and couldn't help but loudly demand at him, "Who asked you to kiss me again?"
"You asked me, you were the one who asked me!" Pei Tingsong seemed to feel that he was the most wronged person in the world, and he was so frantic that he appeared to be an earthworm that couldn't flip over.
Fang Juexia had never dealt with this kind of situation in his entire life. His 23 years of interpersonal experience were rendered completely useless when it came to Pei Tingsong, and he was mentally and physically exhausted.
Taking a deep breath, Fang Juexia decided that he didn't want to tangle with this person anymore, especially on the matter of who kissed whom and how. He got up from Pei Tingsong's body and let out a long breath.
He really was becoming increasingly less and less like himself.
"Let's call a truce, alright? Sleep." Fang Juexia picked up the bath towel that had come undone during the struggle, rolled it up diagonally, and tied him up with it. "Don't you still need to go to class tomorrow? Just behave yourself and fall asleep for me."
"I don't want to go to class." After saying that, he sneezed again.
Whether or not you want to go to class, what does that have to do with me?
Fang Juexia ignored him, grabbed his quilt, and got ready to leave. If they kept tossing around like this, half of his lifetime would be spent on Pei Tingsong.
But just as he was about to leave, Pei Tingsong called out to him, and started twisting himself up to follow him out.
It was a terrible scene once again, for he really fell down.
"Don't move." Fang Juexia had no other choice but to lie down beside Pei Tingsong, deciding to wait for him to fall asleep before leaving.
Seeing Fang Juexia turn off the light and lie down next to him, Pei Tingsong finally became quiet, neither quarrelling nor causing anymore trouble. Fang Juexia wrapped a quilt around himself and flipped around to face the wardrobe. He then felt Pei Tingsong scoot forward and lean against his back.
Fang Juexia said nothing. He couldn't see anything clearly in the dark, and he also didn't want to see it clearly. Filming for the whole day had drained him of his energy, and he should have gone to sleep a long time ago. He felt like he was a balloon full of air, and upon meeting Pei Tingsong, that cactus, he had been pricked by his thorns all over the place. Whether he wanted to or not, all the air had leaked out of him, along with his brains, leaving behind only a soft and shriveled body.
After a while, Pei Tingsong's voice sounded out behind him again, but it wasn't as aggrieved and willful as his voice had previously been. Instead, it was deep, carrying a tone of some unexpected and indescribable request.
"Don't turn off the lights."
Fang Juexia felt such a request was inexplicable, and kept his back to Pei Tingsong as he coldly said, "If we don't turn off the lights, how are we going to sleep?"
After that, he felt Pei Tingsong's head prop up against the back of his head.
"If the lights are off, Fang Juexia can't see."
It was only at this moment that he found that the kiss had left some aftershocks.
Once he closed his eyes, he would fall back into that deep and drowning kiss. His heart was drenched, and he couldn't find a way to escape.
Fang Juexia didn't turn around, but he did reach out with his hand, circle it back, and pat Pei Tingsong's head.
"I can see, sleep ba."
Pei Tingsong was woken up by his own alarm clock. The class was at 10 a.m., so he had set the alarm for 8:30, but it was vibrating so much that his head hurt. He was still dazed from sleep, and he couldn't even open his eyes. He wanted to reach out and turn off the alarm clock, but unexpectedly, he couldn't stretch his arms out at all.
That was weird. Pei Tingsong frowned, and in the next moment, sensed an arm hang over his side, which then went over him, felt around his pillow for a long time, feeling around and around until it finally grasped his cellphone and directly turned it off.
He was startled awake in that instant. When he opened his eyes and turned his head, he saw the person lying beside him. Half of his face had shrunken into the quilt, but with the birthmark that was clearly revealed at the corner of his eye, this person could be no one else but Fang Juexia.
His mental abilities slowly recovered, and he tried to search his memory. He remembered that they had come out of the program group's dinner party, and then Xiao Wen had sent them back to the dormitory.
No, the dormitory's door lock had been attacked, so they should be in his apartment now.
That was right, that could be the only reason why he and Fang Juexia were sleeping in the same bed.
All of this was very logical, and Pei Tingsong's heart settled slightly. Since he was suffering from a hangover, he had a bad headache. Pei Tingsong thought about drinking water, but found that he couldn't get up at all.
Only after forcefully raising his head did he discover that he had been completely wrapped up, and had even been tied up tightly with two bath towels that had been knotted together. Forget about getting up, he couldn't even move an inch.
No, what had Fang Juexia been thinking? Pei Tingsong cursed in his heart while trying to think up ways to get out of the quilt. As soon as he got one arm out, he noticed that something was wrong.
Why was he naked?
Pei Tingsong struggled to pull both of his hands out, scooted his body out of this binding a bit, then untied the bath towel and glanced into the quilt. Only then did he find that he really wasn't wearing anything.
How did this end up happening?
He had a deathly headache, and after Pei Tingsong looked down and around, he realised that his clothes weren't there anymore. He could only get out of bed while still wrapped in the quilt, open the wardrobe, and find a pair of pajamas to throw on. Suddenly, through the mirror in the wardrobe, he noticed that his right cheek was a little swollen and a little red.
His tongue hurt a little too. He opened his mouth and saw that his tongue had been bitten.
Not only that, he also had a wound caused by nails scraping against his skin on his shoulder.
What was going on?
Every bone in his body hurt as well.
He looked back at Fang Juexia, only to see him still sleeping. Pei Tingsong, with a heart full of suspicion, went to the bathroom himself. He took a bath and checked to see whether he had any other wounds. At the same time, he tried to recall what had happened last night, but his mind was in such a mess that no matter how he tried to remember it, he just couldn't.
Originally, he had thought that after a hot bath, he would feel more comfortable, but the more he washed his hair, the more he was having difficulty breathing, so he just turned off the water and came out from the shower. Only after exiting the bathroom and going back to the bedroom did he find that there was actually no longer anyone in the bed.
It couldn't be that he was still dreaming ba?
"What are you doing, blocking the way here?"
A familiar cold voice sounded out from behind him, and Pei Tingsong returned to his senses, turning around and moving away.
Fang Juexia's hair was messy in the front, and there were still some water droplets on his hands. He placed a cup of hot water at the head of the bed and glanced meaningfully at Pei Tingsong. "There's nothing in the fridge, so I can't make any hangover soup. Make do and drink this."
"Oh…" As soon as Pei Tingsong opened his mouth, he realized that his throat was hoarse, dry, and painful. He coughed a few times and tried to clear his throat, but the more he coughed like this, the harder he kept coughing. He bowed his body and coughed so hard that he found himself unable to even lift his head, so he walked towards the bed, sat down, and reached for the cup of water so as to suppress it.
Fang Juexia just looked at him, and afraid that Pei Tingsong would end up choking, he picked up the water first. "Drink only when you're done coughing."
Pei Tingsong's face turned red from all the coughing. He looked so pitiful that Fang Juexia could only reach out and pat him on the back. When he got better, he handed him the cup of water. "Drink it slow."
Watching him gulp down the water, Fang Juexia, who stood at the side, asked, "Do you feel bad anywhere?"
Pei Tingsong put his cup of water down and said in a hoarse voice, "My bones hurt."
"What else?"
"My tongue hurts too, don't know what happened…"
It seemed like he didn't remember what had happened last night.
Fang Juexia couldn't describe the emotions he was feeling right now.
It was best if Pei Tingsong didn't remember the events of last night, that way, neither of them had to feel awkward around each other. If it was really like how Pei Tingsong had said, when he had been drunk before, he really had kissed him. However, after he had woken up, Pei Tingsong hadn't mentioned a word about any such thing, which showed that he also felt embarrassed and didn't want to reveal anything.
Forgetting was easier than anything else.
But somehow, he felt a bit unreconciled to this.
The scary thing was that the Fang Juexia of the past had almost nothing to do with the word 'unreconciled'. He was not a very emotional person.
"My eyes are a little sore too…"
As soon as he heard Pei Tingsong's voice, he thought it didn't sound quite right. Remembering that this person had been naked for a long time yesterday while causing an uproar, and had also been sneezing and having a runny nose, Fang Juexia felt that things weren't good.
"How are your eyes hurting?" He felt it was strange and patted on a pillow behind Pei Tingsong. "You lie on it. Do you have a thermometer here?"
Pei Tingsong shook his head. "No, I haven't ever been sick."
"Then congratulations, you're sick now." Fang Juexia covered him with a quilt and reached out to touch his forehead, but his hand was too cold. Whichever way he touched him, Pei Tingsong felt hot, and it wasn't an accurate way to measure his temperature.
Pei Tingsong stubbornly insisted that he wasn't sick, and he felt that he would especially have no face if he got sick in front of Fang Juexia. "I'm definitely not…"
Before he could finish speaking, Fang Juexia lifted up his bangs and drew his own forehead closer to Pei Tingsong's.
The distance between them was suddenly shortened, and with his unfinished words being blocked while still in his throat, Pei Tingsong was left stunned.
Although it was just a way to measure his temperature, and it was only for a few seconds, this whole action was just like a turning point, his memory igniting with a snap. He remembered what he couldn't remember no matter how hard he had tried before this moment. The images of those scenes reappeared in front of his eyes in a flash.
He had kissed Fang Juexia last night.
The source for the pain on the tip of his tongue had suddenly been uncovered, and it thus became more difficult to ignore. Under the stimulation of this pain, all of his absurd actions reappeared.
Raising his eyes and looking over, he saw that the skin on Fang Juexia's Adams' apple was broken, and the wound was red and clearly visible.
"You have a fever." Fang Juexia seemed to have known this would happen for a long time and didn't sound surprised. He raised his hand and tucked him into his quilt. "Do you have any medicine here?"
Pei Tingsong saw the light blue bruise on his wrist, as if it had been gripped tight. He shook his head and croaked out, "No."
Fang Juexia sat by the bed and stayed silent for a while, before suddenly remembering that he seemed to have prepared some ibuprofen beforehand. Because their events had kept them too busy these days, and the amount of sleep they got daily was only three or four hours, they often had headaches, so he always kept some with him.
It could count as coming in handy now.
Pei Tingsong watched Fang Juexia leave the room, reached out his hand to touch his lips, frowned, and thought about last night.
He seemed to have been like a madman, and had kept entangling with Fang Juexia and talking at him…
But Fang Juexia got up in the morning like nothing had happened.
Not long after, Fang Juexia came back with a cup of water and a pill in his hand. "Take this, it'll bring your fever down."
"What time is it?" Pei Tingsong swallowed the pill and asked.
"Half-past nine."
Pei Tingsong coughed. "I still have to go to class."
"You told me last night that you didn't want to go to class." Fang Juexia took his cellphone and said, "If it's not an important class, call to ask for leave ba. You won't be able to get anything out of class if you go in such a state anyway."
Pei Tingsong thought for a bit and in the end, did as Fang Juexia said. He hadn't had a good rest for too long now, he had been constantly on edge the whole day yesterday, and then he had drunk alcohol and had been out in the cold last night, so it would be strange if he didn't fall apart.
Fang Juexia hadn't looked at him this entire time, and therefore, Pei Tingsong also couldn't find a way to tell him that he was sorry. It seemed that if he laid bare this matter, Fang Juexia would just toss his hands up and leave immediately. He didn't know what the hell had been wrong with him yesterday, saying so much nonsense. It would've been fine if he had just forgotten it, but he just had to go and remember it all.
"I'll go outside and lie down for a while. If you feel uncomfortable anywhere, call for me."
"Ah…" Pei Tingsong stopped him, but he didn't know what to say after he stopped him.
He felt that his drunken confession last night had been an utter messy failure, and that it would have been better if he had not confessed anything.
Fang Juexia stopped and looked at him.
Pei Tingsong held things in for a long time, and finally resigned himself to his own backwardness. "It's nothing, you go ba. The sofa is uncomfortable, and you can drive my car back to the dorm. The car key is in the second drawer of the porch cabinet."
Fang Juexia stood there for a while, thinking of the words Pei Tingsong had said when he had been drunk and lying on him last night while causing trouble. Those were all words he would never say when he was sober.
"It's okay, I'll just be outside."
Pei Tingsong retracted his body into the quilt and turned around. "You go back ba. I can do it myself, I'm 20 years old." These words sounded as if he were angry and thus acting rashly, but Pei Tingsong was serious.
He heard Fang Juexia's footsteps move farther and farther away, and his heart sank down with this sound as he closed his eyes.
If he ever drank again, he would start writing his name backwards from now on.
Not long after he closed his eyes, the sound of footsteps actually came closer.
Pei Tingsong wanted to look back, but he didn't do so until Fang Juexia pulled him over, laid him flat, and then put a folded and twisted wet towel on his forehead.
"Anyway, I don't have any work today, so if I went back, I would just sleep. Xiao Wen has gone with Lu Yuan to Changsha and can't take care of you," said Fang Juexia as he spread out the towel.
Pei Tingsong closed his eyes and wanted to give up. "I don't need your care, you go sleep. The sofa outside is uncomfortable, so I'll go outside, and you sleep here. Anyway, I can't sleep, and I'm not sleepy at all."
Fang Juexia held him down. "Pei Tingsong."
He stopped.
"Didn't you say you wanted to be friends with me?"
"It's normal for friends to take care of each other." Fang Juexia took the towel off his forehead, put it into a container of water, soaked it in water, and wrung it dry again. "Understood?"
So he really had said that.
Pei Tingsong was so humiliated, he didn't know where to put his face at this moment; he had never thought that he would become like that after drinking alcohol. Upon closing his eyes, he could feel the back of Fang Juexia's hand that was stuck to his cheek—it was cool. Yes, that's right. He really wanted to be friends with Fang Juexia. He had already changed, and since a long time ago, he hadn't worn those colored glasses while looking at him. He was willing to get close to him, admire him, and admit to the charms of his personality.
He wanted to break through the barriers and become friends with Fang Juexia.
Obviously, this is what he thought, but Pei Tingsong's thoughts couldn't help straying back to the situation of the kiss from last night, remembering that soft touch that he had never felt before.
Even the shudder of his heart when their lips and tongues had entangled roughly together.
"I… What else did I do?" Pei Tingsong opened his eyes, looked at Fang Juexia and added with a guilty conscience, "I don't remember."
Fang Juexia's face was calm. "You wanted me to praise you. I praised you; you're very smart and very powerful." Having said that, Fang Juexia looked at him seriously and replied, "I'm not just saying that, Pei Tingsong. You really are very outstanding, I'm just not used to expressing myself to you."
"You may have forgotten it, so I'll tell you what I said last night again. I accepted your apology last night, and I know it was sincere." He looked into Pei Tingsong's eyes, his eyes frank and honest. "I'm also very sorry for the coldness and neglect I've shown you in the past two years. I'll treat you like a friend in the future." He took Pei Tingsong's hand and shook it, the corners of his mouth slightly raised. "The cold war has officially ended. We will shake hands and make peace."
Pei Tingsong lowered his eyes and stared at the hand grasped in his. He let go of it very soon, so fast that his warmth didn't even have the time to be transferred over.
Fang Juexia repeated his words from last night, telling him everything frankly and directly. He broke the ice while in this sober state very maturely.
He just left out that kiss.
Pei Tingsong should be rejoicing. However, his chest felt blocked up for no reason, and his heart was beating feebly; it was probably because of his illness. He was very uncomfortable, so very uncomfortable.
A cold towel was applied to his forehead several times, and the water soon needed to be changed, so Fang Juexia picked it up and walked to the main bedroom. The more Pei Tingsong thought about it, the more the bad taste in his heart grew. He knew that it would be very embarrassing to lay bare the situation, but with Fang Juexia not talking about it at all, he just felt really bad.
He had never kissed anyone, had never made out with anyone, and even this so-called first kiss had been not-very-seriously taken away by Fang Juexia.
He had also never felt like this before, as if his heart had been grasped tightly by something.
His cellphone vibrated. Pei Tingsong picked it up and saw a message from Ling Yi.
[The Original M-Dash: Xiao Pei! Are you awake? I want to eat the chocolate you bought last time! That box in Strong Ge's car, I've opened it ah~]
Pei Tingsong couldn't even remember when he had bought chocolate, so he had to just deal with it.
[Kaleido's Number One Big Boss: You take it ba.]
Just after pressing send, he thought of something again, so he tried to resist his feverish state and without much energy, typed out a whole bunch of words, then deleted them again. Finally, in just the few seconds left before Fang Juexia came back, he hurriedly clicked send and threw away his cellphone.
As soon as Ling Yi tore open the package, his cellphone vibrated again.
[Kaleido's Number One Big Boss: Let me ask you a question. I have a friend who wants to make friends with another person, so he told him that, and it was pretty good originally, but then he messed up and accidentally, it was really very accidentally, he kissed him briefly, just briefly. Then he was so flustered that he called me and asked me for advice. You know I've never done such a stupid thing before, so how can I help him? Yi Ge, you're a social butterfly who knows everything, so I'm helping him by asking you. Do you think they can still be friends?]
Sitting in the car, Ling Yi kept chortling away without stopping. Cheng Qiang was startled. "What crazy are you smoking? What's so funny?"
"Pei Tingsong, that dummy, accidentally kissed a man! Isn't it funny? Hahahahahaha!"
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