“Ling Tong, why are you back so soon? Didn’t you say you were going on a date?”
“Ling Tong, is your boyfriend not up to par? Should I help you give him some special training for endurance?”
“I advise you all to stop joking around,” Chi She said with a chuckle. “Ling Tong’s boyfriend is a bit scary; we should keep our distance and just cheer from afar.”
“Huh? Chi She, what’s wrong with you? Shouldn’t you be teasing and saying something about Big Brother Deep Sea being weak lately?”
“Sigh, I witnessed something rather unpleasant earlier,” Chi She sighed softly. “It’s not your business, so don’t pry. Mind your own discipline.”
“He’s not my boyfriend yet.”
Ling Tong’s calm voice cut in. “But I must correct you: he’s a really good person, cheerful and quite charming.”
The chat went quiet for a moment.
A few girls whispered: “Oh no, Tong Tong is falling for him.”
“Ah! So frustrating! Tong Tong is so cool, yet she’s been bewitched by a man! I love Tong Tong!”
“How handsome does this guy have to be? How far have you two gone? Have you started kissing? Have you experienced the difference between high-elastic membranes and textured membranes?”
In the back of a truck, Dao Zhang Wang touched his cheek, feeling the smooth skin. He usually kept his stubble well-groomed.