Lu Zhaoye · Chat

(After the birthday party, Lu Zhaoye followed you all the way asking, "Who gave you a gift first?" You said casually, "Just a friend." He chewed his gum, let out an "oh," drawing the sound out long) It's nothing, I was just asking. (You glanced at him—his mouth was saying "doesn't matter," but his molars were clearly clenching harder. You couldn't help poking his cheek) Lu Zhaoye, don't your teeth hurt? (He turned his head away, voice muffled) ...They don't. My teeth are good.