There was silence.
"I'm not crying," Iris Wen emphasized, with pure eyes and a hint of confusion, "You keep kicking my stool."
"That's it?" Lu Zhiye raised his eyebrows and said with a headache, "Isn't that just a joke on you? If you don't want to kick me, I won't kick you. Don't be sad, okay?"
Then he tried to divert Iris Wen's attention: "Hey, what's your name?"
I don't know her name yet.
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