"This guy's skin is thicker than mine..."
Ye Haochuan glanced at Xu Wenrui, who thought he was being very elegant and stylish, then he looked at the crowd gathering around, pointing and chatting about them, and promptly pulled Long Keyue to run in the opposite direction.
Xu Wenrui was passionately reciting some parody he didn't know if he learned from somewhere or simply concocted himself, something ambiguously poetic, ambiguously musical. But suddenly he saw Ye Haochuan pull Long Keyue away.
"Hey, Immortal, don't run, you haven't accepted my Starry Grass yet! Could it be that you don't like Starry Grass?"
Immediately, he stopped his actions and noisily chased after Ye Haochuan and Long Keyue, and the surrounding people, finding it uninteresting, dispersed.
Only a few nosy ones used their movement techniques to follow Xu Wenrui, but Xu Wenrui paid no mind to these people, letting them trail behind.
