"Fuck!" Shiyu covered her mouth on the spot, "I remember now, it was a little fucker with glasses, squirming around and looking like someone you'd want to punch."
Li Qingming then pointed to the bookstore, "The third day was for the literary youth."
"Really! That chubby one was full of poems and distant places, saying the Secret Realm was his distant place, and then he just went and bankrupted himself." Shiyu couldn't help scratching her face and angrily asked, "But these people... you never even met them, so how did you guess?"
Li Qingming, however, was somewhat dissatisfied with such flattery.
