He turned in the direction from where the pastry had been launched.
It was Qin Jing.
She watched as her target smoothly dodged the cake and shook her head in disappointment. Then, without missing a beat, she picked up another cake slice and threw it at Lu Qing again.
Lu Qing dodged yet again, but this time, a tiny rain of powdered sugar managed to catch his shoes.
They looked particularly striking, with the stark contrast of minuscule white grains against the black leather.
Qin Jing sighed audibly. "Darn it, missed again."
Seeing how bummed she is, Yao Tang reached out for a slice herself and took a turn in throwing it at Lu Qing.
Pa!
The cake hit him square in the face, with bits of frosting and fruit slowly slipping down his nose. He looked like a character from a gag show.
"Awesome, Sister Tang!" Qin Jing exclaimed, jumping to her feet and clapping her hands.
Yao Tang only hummed and said nothing.
