Lin Ruochun: "..."
You've already asked, how can I pretend you didn't?
She doesn't have a fish's memory.
Lin Ruochun pursed her lips and poked Wen Qiao's arm.
Wen Qiao looked at her: "Why are you poking me?"
"It's just..." Lin Ruochun leaned closer to Wen Qiao, her voice a little softer: "You... um..."
Seeing Lin Ruochun stammering, Wen Qiao raised an eyebrow: "Are you all nervous like this because you want to confess to me?"
"..."
"Alright, alright, I'm just teasing you." Wen Qiao saw Lin Ruochun looking at her silently, so she raised a hand to pinch her cheek: "Just kidding, why so serious? Go ahead, I'm listening."
Having acted with Wen Qiao for almost half a year, Lin Ruochun had gotten used to Wen Qiao's occasional touchiness and didn't bother to stop her.
Because even if she moved Wen Qiao's hand away, she'd be back the next moment.
"Have you noticed something?" Lin Ruochun asked.
