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"Zhou Zishu can practically hear the wink. It makes him stab the keys harder until one of the programs pop open, startling him. He squints when he doesn't recognise the program, and then rolls his eyes when he realises why he doesn't. He starts looking around his desk, frowning deeper the longer it takes him to find what he's looking for.
Wen Kexing clears his throat.
Zhou Zishu forces himself to ignore him.
Wen Kexing clears his throat again, more pointedly this time.
Zhou Zishu takes a deep breath before turning to face his partner.
Wen Kexing silently points to the top of his head.
Zhou Zishu frowns. There's nothing in Wen Kexing's unfortunately perfectly styled hair.
Wen Kexing arches an eyebrow.
Zhou Zishu has raised a hand before he can stop himself. He scowls the second he feels the familiar shape nestled in his hair. He turns to face the monitor again, silently taking the frames off the top of his head before placing them on his nose where they belong."
