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"Brother, I worry for you," Guo Lang said with a straight face.
And Zhang Wang glared at him with equal amounts of deadpan, "I don't need your concerns."
It was like that they stood facing each other, outside the entrance of the inn. The sky was clear and the morning sun brought a bit of warmth. Yu Yanlin stood by Zhang Wang's side like a quiet statue, the blindfold obscuring his eyes.
Passersby stared at them, feeling a bit concerned about the blocked entrance. But the three continued to stand there without much care.
In the first place, it wasn't Zhang Wang's intention to dally. However, this Guo Lang brat was awfully skilled at pushing his patience and now they were locked in a staring contest in the most inconvenient of places.
"Brother," Guo Lang started again, "I fear for your behind."
"Uh," Zhang Wang narrowed his eyes further, his cheeks dusting with pink, "That, is also, none, of your, business."
