"If you're really stuck, why not just directly ask about what color Brother Jing's wearing today, or what size he wears."
The group was full of bad ideas for Wentianhui.
Bai Yang clicked his tongue twice, "Brother Jing is silent, maybe he's thinking about how to get back at you."
"That's not okay, if you're playing a game, you have to own up to it!"
Si Raojing leaned over to take a pack of cigarettes from the table, plucked one out and held it between his lips without lighting it, then smirked indiscernibly and said, "When have I ever dodged a question?"
"Exactly!" Wentianhui had also figured out his question by this time. He looked at Si Raojing with a mischievous grin, "Brother Jing, be honest, is there anyone among us here that you fancy?"
Ying Hengyu slapped him on the thigh, "Here's to you, brave warrior."
"Wentianhui, you're something else, hahaha, I want to hear the gossip too."
