Seeing this, the others all quickly picked their partners, learning from Gu Zhiqi: some held hands, some linked arms.
The ones linking arms were naturally Gu Xiyue and Qiao Qingshu.
The ones holding hands were Mo Weiran and Lu Xingzhe. Lu Xingzhe was extremely disgusted by this. "We're two grown men, why the hell are we holding hands?"
"Don't let go of me, you can't lose me."
"When I was a kid, I used to get separated from my parents all the time."
"If I get separated later, just think, a useless little piece of trash like me who can't even truss a chicken, how scared I'd be."
Lu Xingzhe: "…"
Have you forgotten you're a Ninth-order ancient martial artist or what?
"No hand-holding. At most, you can hold onto my sleeve." Lu Xingzhe pulled his hand back, face dark.
Seeing this, Mo Weiran aggrievedly latched onto Lu Xingzhe's sleeve.
"You all have partners? What about me?"
