"What are you thinking about?" The man's calm voice came from Qichui's head.
"Someone who rubs my hands."
"Your boyfriend?"
"It's a friend."
"I see... My name is... Ruxi."
"Nichibuki."
"A very distinctive name." The man named Lu Xi looked at Qichui with his deep eyes.
"At least it's not a feminine name like Lucy."
"It's Lucy..."
"It's almost done." Nanchui stamped her stiff legs, and then asked, "The cross on your forehead is very distinctive. Are you a delinquent? Or a drug addict."
"It's almost done."