With a few awkward chuckles, under the seemingly alluring gaze of Qin Zhan, Bi Xia lowered his head and honestly confessed.
School uniform...
Qin Zhan paused, as if he didn't even remember what he looked like in a school uniform...
"Fourth Brother?"
He turned his eyes to the boy beside him and gently shook his head. "I really don't know what you're always thinking about. I probably haven't worn a school uniform for more than a decade."
"More than a decade?" Bi Xia blinked his eyes. "Not even once?"
Qin Zhan raised an eyebrow. "I have worn one before, just not a domestic school uniform."
"Huh?"
Helplessly, he flicked the boy's nose. "Why are you so smart usually, yet your brain seems to short-circuit around me."
Bi Xia's small face turned red instantly. It seemed to be true... Before he could finish his thought, he heard the young man beside him say slowly, "My mother is from Country A, so I'm mixed heritage from Countries C and A."
