林薇捏着奶茶杯，指尖无意识地抠着杯沿，心里还在窝火。刚才跟老太太那张嘴硬凑， Translator's note: replace with suitable translation based on context, which roughly translates to "argued stubbornly with the old lady's mouth," feels like she was beaten around the bush and had nothing but wasted energy. She sighed inwardly, Not worth it. Not worth it at all.

正当她走神，奶茶差点拿不稳，祁久的声音在她身侧响起，带着点漫不经心的笑意，又有点意味不明。

“怎么？刚跟老人家理论输了，气还没消呢？”祁久斜倚在奶茶店门口的玻璃门上，一只手插在裤袋里，另一只手慢悠悠地敲着went in and out, the doorframe. He looked down at her, his eyes flickering with a light, hard-to-read glint. "Or was it something else? Look like you’ve got a case to answer."

林薇心里咯噔一下，抬头就撞进他含笑的眼睛里。那眼神有点戏谑，又有点...让她看不懂。她下意识地把奶茶杯抱紧了些，眉头也皱了起来。

“关你屁事。”她脱口而出，声音不大，却足够冲。真是倒霉，刚被老太太弄得心烦意乱，又撞上这个心思难测的家伙。她本想绕开走，偏偏祁久这厮就跟牛皮糖似的，赖着不走。

祁久挑了挑眉，没生气，反而往前走了两步，与她擦肩而过。一股淡淡的冷冽的洗衣液味道飘过来，是她闻不惯的。

“好好好，我不关心。”他故意拖长调子，语气里带了点调侃，“只是觉得你这样，挺...特别。跟平时不太一样。”

林薇脚步顿住，那“特别”二字像根羽毛，轻飘飘地搔到了她的神经末梢。