"BROTHER ZE?"
Luo Yan's voice pulled Bai Ze sharply out of his memories. He blinked hard and focused his eyes back on the road in front of him. Thinking about what had happened after he almost dropped that box, he couldn't stop his cheeks from heating all over again.
He remembered how he had fumbled with the box, his grip slipping on the smooth plastic. The whole thing had tilted sharply, the angel-and-demon figurines sliding violently to one side inside. He had made a desperate, flailing grab for it and somehow caught it hard against his chest with a loud, embarrassing thump. The sound had drawn looks from several people nearby.
