Yang Qinglan buried her face in his embrace.
"...No wonder you're obsessed with and confident about your own body!" she teased shyly.
Li Changzhou chuckled foolishly twice and said nothing; he couldn't utter a word now.
Suddenly, the Void opened its eyes.
"Bro, are you there? I sent you a coded message with my backpack, why aren't you replying? Something wrong?" Li Qianxia's voice came through a tiny crack the size of a finger gap.
Li Changzhou felt like killing... like wringing her neck.
He regretfully spoke in a soft voice—thankfully his constitution had weakened, so Li Qianxia couldn't hear—and said, "Qing Lan, next time—"
"Dear brother, don't talk, let's ignore her." Yang Qinglan pulled Li Changzhou to a spot hidden from the crack.
"But—"
"Just be quick, I... I'll make it quick."
The truth was, Li Changzhou couldn't hold out much longer either.
