"Yangzi."
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"Can you play the guitar?"
"Yes."
"Wait, you're pretending not to know."
"No way."
"Then how do you tug at my heartstrings?"
Baiyang leaned down and "Duang" on Lan Che's forehead with his slender fingers, "This is how I pluck the strings on your forehead."
Lan Che held his forehead, which was ringing loudly, "I really want to blow your dog's head off."