[For a moment Shen Qingqiu sighs in relief as Xue Yang seems to have let him go. He lowers his fan, shaking and then wiping it as if to try and restore its honor. It isn't until Xue Yang returns with a food offering that he looks over and blinks.]
Huh?
[This felt like something out of a comedy sketch. Was he in a comedy sketch? Was that it? Was that what he was worth here?
Though, on impulse and reflex, he did reach out and take some. It did look good, and from earlier munching, he knew it was.
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Huh?
[This felt like something out of a comedy sketch. Was he in a comedy sketch? Was that it? Was that what he was worth here?
Though, on impulse and reflex, he did reach out and take some. It did look good, and from earlier munching, he knew it was.
...
WHY WAS HE EATING MORE OF THE DRUGGED FOOD!?]