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"It's nothing, we're just messing around," Qi Qiuluo said with a forced smile.
They didn't say anything in response.
"Do I still need to keep testing?" Qi Qiuluo asked Yan Qing.
Yan Qing wore a face full of deep concern as he hesitantly asked, "Do I really like Tan Ming?"
He thought for a moment. When Qi Qiuluo had tried to kiss him earlier, he had pushed him away almost instinctively, but when Tan Ming had kissed him, he had felt extremely nervous.
Could this be what liking Tan Ming felt like?
He had never been in a relationship and had no experience at all.
If this wasn't liking, then what was? Was it love? Let me tell you, Tan Ming will never change; he knows nothing about romance or how to pursue someone. He is inherently selfish, but giving you the chance to live is already proof that he loves you. Just look at Liu Xuanzhu and Ling Xingyuan; it's obvious!
With graduation approaching in their senior year, there's no point in being picky. Just make do and get on with life, Qi Qiuluo advised him as someone who had been through it all.
Yan Qing furrowed his brows and retorted, "Tan Ming is not selfish at all. Don't speak ill of him."
Qi Qiuluo rolled his eyes. "Are you upset? Yan Qing, is Tan Ming your man? Why are you defending him? Is he not selfish? Are you blind? Do you need me to give you some eye drops?"
The more Qi Qiuluo spoke, the more excited he became, his voice rising higher and higher until Yan Qing quickly covered his mouth, pleading with him to stop.
Qi Qiuluo snorted in disdain.
No one ahead of them turned to look.
Yan Qing felt guilty and uneasy.
Still not admitting it?
"I, Yan Qing, have nothing to deny. Liking someone like Tan Ming isn't shameful; it's just that I've never been in love."
"I don't know how," Yan Qing admitted awkwardly.
Qi Qiuluo found this amusing. "Do you really need me to teach you?"
He pushed Yan Qing forward until he stumbled right into Tan Ming's arms, creating an unexpected embrace.
Caught off guard, Yan Qing landed firmly against Tan Ming's arm.
Their eyes met, and Yan Qing's face flushed red as he quickly turned away to glare at Qi Qiuluo.
Qi Qiuluo laughed even more happily.
Tan Ming turned around and glared at Qi Qiuluo, who could no longer manage a smile. Once Yan Qing had steadied himself, Tan Ming lowered his arm and took Yan Qing's hand, leading him forward.
Yan Qing's gaze fell on their hands, specifically on Tan Ming's hand, which had transformed into that of a wolf.
"I'm afraid you might fall," Tan Ming said.
Oh, Yan Qing thought, I never said you couldn't hold my hand.
Feeling the warmth of Tan Ming's palm, Yan Qing's face flushed red. He became even more nervous. After all, he had never held hands with anyone before—was it supposed to feel like this on the first time?
Could Qi Qiuluo be teasing him?
As he pondered this, Tan Ming's expression sharpened. "You're breathing heavily. Are you feeling unwell?" he asked.
Yan Qing's face stiffened as he jerked his hand away and quickened his pace. "No," he replied curtly.
Damn it, damn it! Yan Qing thought to himself.
Qi Qiuluo, hearing this from behind, couldn't help but chuckle softly.
Zhang Liu shot a glare at Qi Qiuluo. "Stop messing around."
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