"You haven't said whose hands are the prettiest among the four of us." He Qingyan pursued, "Su Qing, you want to know too, right?"
"All are pretty," Gu Ran said.
"But who is the prettiest?"
"It's hard to say."
Gu Ran had his favorites in his mind, but with a favorite came a least favorite—could he say that?
No matter how He Qingyan pressed, Gu Ran simply wouldn't reveal it.
Su Qing, tired of their nonsense, went to the third floor to practice the piano, and they followed her there.
He Qingyan mercilessly tormented Gu Ran all night, thoroughly enjoying herself.
When it was finally time to sleep, Gu Ran breathed a sigh of relief, saying, "You're definitely not manic; even a manic person wouldn't have your energy."
"Because I didn't masturbate last night or today," He Qingyan laughed.
After a pause, she added, "The time you helped doesn't count."
That indeed doesn't count as 'solo.'
Gu Ran suddenly laughed.
"Give me your hand," he laughed.
