"Come on, do I look like that kind of person?" Li Qingping laughed softly, "I have to go back right away. Thanks a lot... chatting with you improved my mood."
Ji Minghuan gave him a side-eye: "Seriously, I came all the way here, chatted with you for less than ten sentences, and now you want to leave? I thought I could at least snag a meal."
"Isn't this just payback for the last time you ditched me?" Li Qingping chuckled and lightly bumped him with his shoulder.
"Alright, alright, so you hold grudges like this?" Ji Minghuan said, and retaliated with a strong shoulder bump.
Li Qingping stumbled backward, leaving a trail of footprints on the sand. At this moment, he seemed to be quite good at acting, as if his skills suddenly returned.
Ji Minghuan watched his absent-minded demeanor: "If you have urgent matters, go back. See you next time."
"Bye." Li Qingping smiled.
"Bye." Ji Minghuan replied.
