Tong Que said, "Officer, I never thought about it that way, and I've never done such things either."
Qi Jiu: "Tch, I don't believe you…"
He shouted towards the door, "Kid, don't think I don't know you're eavesdropping outside. Go get me some food."
The officer outside, who was indeed eavesdropping, shivered and nearly fell.
He quickly stood up straight, "Yes, I'll get you some food right away."
Qi Jiu beckoned to Tong Que, "Come over here and peel these seeds for me."
Tong Que walked over and reached for the seeds.
Qi Jiu: "Wait, did you wash your hands?"
"I did."
"Show me to check."
Tong Que had no choice but to extend both hands, letting Qi Jiu examine both sides.
His hands were a little small, with slender, long fingers that looked quite nice—but there were calluses on his palms and fingertips that spoiled the aesthetic.
Qi Jiu wrinkled his nose, feeling a slight itch in his heart, almost reaching out to see if his hand could envelop Tong Que's.
