101: How does it feel to the touch?

It's eleven o'clock at night.

Lai Zhiyun applied some night cream to her face and then snuggled into bed with her mobile phone.

The screen lit up with several notifications and messages on WeChat.

Among all the messages, the first one Zhiyun saw was from Zhou Liao.

[Zhou Liao: Are you asleep?]

That message had been sent twelve minutes ago.

Then, six minutes later, he sent another one.

[How do you feel about the touch?]

Right away, Lai Zhiyun felt her phone grow hot in her hand.

Why wouldn't he just go to bed early instead of insisting on dragging her into a post-match analysis meeting in the middle of the night?

Lai Zhiyun wanted to pretend she hadn't seen Zhou Liao's message, but then she thought, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if Zhou Liao asked her in person tomorrow morning?

So she feigned ignorance and replied: [What 'touch?']

Zhou Liao replied instantly: [What kind of touch do you think I am asking you about?]