Neither of them backed down, trading blows without either willing to admit defeat.
It was as though whoever looked away first would be the one who lost their nerve—and lost.
The temperature in the room seemed to keep rising.
Sitting on Bo Yanqi's lap, Qi Si edged closer and closer. Within a few breaths, there was almost no distance left between them.
Their breaths tangled, stirring up a hazy ambiguity.
Qi Si lowered his eyes slightly, his fingers falling on Bo Yanqi's open collar as waves of desire surged in his gaze.
A large, well-defined hand clasped Qi Si's wrist, stopping his increasingly bold behavior.
Qi Si's lashes trembled as he looked up into Bo Yanqi's deep eyes.
Then he smiled.
With a seductive springtime charm, he murmured teasingly into Bo Yanqi's ear, "Uncle, you deliberately unbuttoned your collar. Wasn't it because you wanted me to lose control?"
Bo Yanqi gave a soft scoff. "I never expected Young Master Qi to be so narcissistic."
Qi Si did not feel embarrassed in the slightest. His smile remained alluring, and his voice softened, like a lover whispering sweetly into someone's ear.
"Uncle, be reasonable. With a face like mine, don't I deserve to be narcissistic?"
Bo Yanqi stared at Qi Si's face for a moment. Even with his discerning standards, he had to admit that Qi Si's face truly gave him the right to be narcissistic.
"I never expected Young Master Qi to be so confident in his face." Bo Yanqi did not answer Qi Si's question directly.
Qi Si watched Bo Yanqi for a moment, then could not help laughing.
"Looks like Uncle agrees with me too."
Bo Yanqi raised a brow. "Hmm?"
Qi Si slowly lowered his head and moved closer to Bo Yanqi's neck, breathing out, "Doesn't Uncle like