He typed back quickly, each stroke precise.
["Not yet. On the way to lunch."]
Gu Tingyi's lips curled faintly as he read the reply, cold and soft all at once. He typed again without pausing.
["Eat properly. Don't just pick at your food today."]
Zi Xin's lips pressed into a thin line, a faint flush rising along his ears. He hesitated before typing back.
["Mn. You too. Drive safely."]
Gu Tingyi read the reply, then tapped out another line, eyes dark with subtle amusement.
["Will you miss me while you eat?"]
Zi Xin exhaled softly, his thumb hovering over the keyboard as his ears burned hotter. He typed back with practiced restraint.
["No. Why would I?"]
The reply came instantly.
["Liar."]
Zi Xin's chest tightened, heat coiling low beneath his ribs. He scowled faintly at the phone, typing back quickly.
["Focus on driving."]
Gu Tingyi's smile deepened minutely, a soft, cold curve barely touching his lips as he typed one last line.
