Dexter Cheng stood in front of the coffee machine, shaking the cup carelessly.
Liu Qing leaned not far away, sipping an American cup and carefully looking at the person in front of her through the rim of the cup.
Dexter Cheng stopped the machine, straightened up and turned around, holding the cup and looking past Liu Qing without squinting.
Liu Qing cleared her throat, pushed up her glasses, and pretended to walk towards the coffee machine.
"Stop Fcuking pretending. If you fart, hurry up." Dexter Cheng's voice came from behind him.
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