[ He notes the lifted hand. The fan is important, clearly. ]

Shen Qingqiu. Now that we've kissed, can I call you A-Qiu?

[ It sounds like a sneeze. ]

Ahahaha, kidding, kidding!

[ He grins for a long moment; and then his expression turns suddenly grave. ]

Aiyaa, Senior Qingqiu, I have some bad news for you. I'm very sorry, but you've contracted frogitis. There's no cure. To control it, you've got to kiss somebody every day.

[ He purses his lips and taps them with the tip of the precious fan. ]