Jiang Zhi didn't know what he was thinking at the time. Anyway, he was more or less seriously ill. He suddenly said very seriously:
"Yanqi, I like you"
Yan Qi stopped instantly and turned back to look at Jiang Zhi:
"What did you say..."
After Jiang Zhi finished speaking, he twisted his waist in an exaggerated way, with a greasy sideways smile, one hand on his hips and the other stroking his face. He felt like he was intoxicated by his own beauty, clearly emphasizing that it was just a joke.
Yan Qi's face suddenly turned cold, and he turned back and continued walking.
Intention: love