Xue Yang sighs. “Hello, little blind.”It takes about three seconds for A-Qing to stride forward, sna
Xue Yang sighs. “Hello, little blind.”It takes about three seconds for A-Qing to stride forward, snatch a knife off the block on the counter, and angle it at Xue Yang’s throat. “What are you doing?”Xue Yang raises his hands. “Woah. What am I doing? What are YOU doing? With that knife, specifically.”“Shut up. Where’s daozhang?”Xiao Xingchen chooses that moment to enter the room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Xue Yang? Are you still here—?” He blinks when he sees the scene—then his brain catches up. “Qing-jie! Put the knife down!” -- source link
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