Yuan Qi paused. His long lashes lifted slightly, revealing a pair of cold, clear eyes.
The exquisitely handsome young man stood across from him, looking at him calmly.
Seeing he didn't react, the young man's thin lips curled slightly as he called out again.
Yuan Qi's lips twitched slightly. "What a coincidence," he said.
"I just suddenly remembered she left something at my place, so I came to return it. What about you? Why are you here?" Yuan Zhao's charming, almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly. His gaze swept over Yuan Qi's bitten lip, and his expression suddenly darkened.
"Did you kiss her?"
"She said it didn't count as a kiss." Yuan Qi touched his lip, speaking thoughtfully. "But her lips are sweet. They were before, and they still are now."
He was probably trying to stake his claim, but to his surprise, Yuan Zhao said expressionlessly, "Oh? Was it tasty? You like it?"
"Of course. I liked it very much. Sweet things have always been to my taste."
