The snow beneath their boots actually began to hiss and melt as Wangchen's internal Qi regulation completely, catastrophically lost control of its temperature in the face of sheer, overwhelming desire.
Ji'an pulled her thumb back, oblivious to the nuclear meltdown occurring inside the Ice Genius.
"You had a little..." Ji'an muttered, her voice suddenly slightly hoarse.
She looked at the glaze on her thumb, and then, completely forgetting where she was and who she was with, she popped her thumb into her mouth to clean off the sweet sauce.
Gulp.
The sound of Xie Wangchen swallowing hard echoed loudly in the silence.
His eyes were glued to her lips. His hands gripped the edges of the empty jade lunchbox so tightly that the magical stone actually began to crack under the pressure.
The tips of his ears weren't just red; they were practically glowing with a feverish, desperate heat.
