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I know we're pretending not to like each other right now, an annoyed voice complained inside Lin Xin's mind. But must you really touch my sore spot? Have you no sense of propriety at all?
The voice was unmistakable cool, faintly irritated, carrying that same arrogant tone that made Lin Xin's temples throb.
He nearly rolled his eyes so hard he was certain they might ascend straight through the heavens. If not for the fact that the speaker was currently in the body of a cat, and if not for Han Yan standing right in front of him, he would have snapped back without restraint.
This long-lost friend had never learned subtlety, no matter the form.
He forced himself to remain still, fingers hovering briefly before withdrawing slowly, as though nothing unusual had occurred.
Outwardly, he looked calm obedient, even. Inwardly, he was grinding his teeth.
You're the one who rubbed against my hand first, he retorted silently. Don't act like a victim now.
