"Anjiu, I am human too."
"Mm-hmm, human, human." Anjiu turned her head away, feigning agreement. It would be embarrassing if she had a nosebleed from stress and someone saw.
"Great God, can I take my hand off your chest now?"
This time she was resolute in not daring to say "misunderstanding that you like me" again. No matter how easy it might be to misunderstand, it was still a misunderstanding, and she would bear this in mind.
"Mmhmm." Fu Jingxi released her hand.
"That... Jingxi! Can you give me back my phone?" Anjiu asked cautiously.
"No."
"Whyyy?"
Fu Jingxi looked into the distance at the thick, ink-like night sky with a complex expression on his face. His white garments fluttered in the night breeze, as if he would merge into the darkness at any moment, swallowed up completely...
Anjiu suddenly felt a bit panicky and subconsciously reached out to grab the hem of his clothes.