“What about you?” Harry suddenly said.

Raffles stood up and faced him. “What are you talking about? I’m not running away from anything.”

“Humph.” Harry turned his face aside to laugh. Without warning, he charged forward and pressed Raffles against the thick pipe. “Raffles, are you a man or a woman? Since you’re not chasing any girls and I don’t have a girl I like, now that Arsenal happens to be eyeing the two of us, we might as well make a pair,” Harry said flirtatiously as he tucked Raffles’ grayish-blue long hair behind his ear.

“Harry, are you done?!” Raffles pushed Harry away, before angrily grabbing Harry’s collar. “What is wrong with you recently?! Can’t...