"HMM!"
Duanmu Yunji let out a light hum. The answer was self-evident.
Continuous high-intensity drifting. Even with electronic assistance, her hands would still get sore, right?
"Chen Dali and the others planned to go to a bar to hang out today, are you going?"
Before she could respond, Luofeng said with a laugh, "I'll get you Wangzi Milk!"
"I'm not a Wangzi."
Duanmu Yunji suspected he was being suggestive again. And is he blind? Do I look like Wangzi small steamed bread? I'm obviously Xu Ran and You Rong, okay?
"UH."
Luofeng was speechless. The "Wangzi" he was referring to seemed different from what she was thinking.
"I was talking about Wangzi Milk," Luofeng said with a laugh.
"When is it?"
"We should probably have dinner tonight; I'll pick you up early. Do you have time in the afternoon?" Luofeng asked.
"I have piano practice in the afternoon."
