220, it's your turn to shine, trash-talking sprite_3.

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Only Li Qingming, taking advantage of this rare moment, watched Zhou Yaxuan from afar, his gaze fixed, his mouth quietly curving into a smile that bloomed at will.

In Zhou Yaxuan's astonished stare, he slowly raised his hand, gently slid it across his throat, while making an extremely subtle lip shape—

"Kill — you —"

"!!! You motherfucker!!" Zhou Yaxuan screamed in fright, pointing at Li Qingming and shouting, "He's given himself away!! Look!! Li Qingming has given himself away!! He's using a throat-slitting gesture to provoke me!!!"

The shout startled everyone, prompting them to quickly turn their attention to Li Qingming.

But there was Li Qingming, looking innocent, absentmindedly wiping his neck with the purple flower Lin Yuanzhi had given him.

"Have I offended you?" he asked blankly.

"Quit fucking pretending!" Zhou Yaxuan grabbed Zhe Bu, "You saw it, right? You never lie!"