He pulled back.
Liuxian looked at him with that quiet, settled expression, the pen still in his hand as though he had simply paused a document review for a moment and was now prepared to resume.
"Well?" Guiying said.
Liuxian smiled.
He picked up his fountain pen and went back to his documents.
Guiying stared at him.
"You said you would tell me," he said.
"I said kiss me and I will tell you," Liuxian said, turning a page. "I did not specify when."
The silence that followed lasted exactly three seconds.
Then Guiying realized.
His expression cycled through confusion, understanding, and arrived at outrage with remarkable speed.
He had kissed this man, had sat here and kissed him properly, in exchange for absolutely nothing, and Liuxian was sitting there with that expression on his face and his fountain pen in his hand as though he had done absolutely nothing wrong.
"You," Guiying said.
"Mm?"
