Yan Qing swore that the first time was an accident, the second time was purely out of appreciation for beauty, and the third time… the third time he really had no excuse.
What to do next, Yan Qing desperately recalled his scarce interpersonal experiences, only to sadly realize that compared to words and language, his main form of communication seemed to be using emoji packs. Even when talking face-to-face, he preferred sending images in chat software.
Saying 'sorry' here was the safest choice, but surely the atmosphere would become awkward. What if he said 'thanks for the hospitality,' could he casually brush aside this little incident? Yan Qing's mind raced, imagining dozens of scenarios in an instant. At this moment, he experienced inner enlightenment, reaching an unparalleled level of intelligence, yet upon facing Pharmacist's Wish's clear, bottomless black eyes, he felt petrified as if stared down by Medusa, unable to utter a single word.
