"Brother Bai, you seem quite infatuated."
Qin Jiacheng went tsk-tsk, his eyes suggesting Shi Tingbai had already fallen head over heels.
Shi Tingbai muttered a curse under his breath, "BULLSHIT! I am not a masochist!"
That damn woman, so unappealing, with a toxic tongue and nothing to admire, why would he fancy her?
Although...
She was admittedly cool during the fight.
Qin Jiacheng: "Brother Bai, you're blushing."
Shi Tingbai: "...Fuck off!"
He turned around and stormed forward, but then darted back hurriedly to the dressing room. He rummaged through his locker, revealing everything, and finally found a small note tucked into a book.
[250 Gosoon Street, All-healing Psychological Clinic, phone: ***********, emphasizing mental health, happiness for you, me, and them.]
...
At noon.
The sky was oppressively grey, with dark clouds covering more than half of the sun. The air hinted at imminent rain, carrying with it a damp scent.
