"I'm not upset, am I? I was just standing here thinking—besides Lacus, had you forgotten anyone else? Or rather, someone who deserved to be treated with the same kind of kiss?"
"..."
At first, Xia Ya had indeed been trapped in a straightforward train of thought. He had assumed he simply could not guess the deeper reason behind Jiliang's anger, and had even felt anxious about ruining the mood before the battle.
But after clearly hearing what Jiliang had said, he drew a deep breath and instead found it both amusing and helpless.
Stripped of its sulky outer shell, her accusation simply meant that Jiliang was unhappy Xia Ya had "only kissed" Lacus a moment ago while neglecting her.
That openly displayed possessiveness and bluntness suited Jiliang's sensitive nature, hidden beneath her strong exterior, perfectly.
"Ah... right."
With a chime, the elevator arrived at the lower hangar. The indicator lit up, and Jiliang abruptly turned away, stepping out through the opening doors.
Already prepared for this, Xia Ya decisively chased after her. His large hand precisely caught her arm, and with a pull, he drew her entire body into his chest.
Jiliang's shoulders trembled. Startled, she turned sharply, about to protest. Xia Ya gave her no chance to voice an accusation. Seizing the moment, he leaned in and forcefully pressed his lips to his target, kissing her angry, cherry-pink lips.
The two exchanged breaths in the middle of the corridor. Ten seconds passed as he perfectly conveyed his warmth to her, just as he had when comforting Lacus.
Xia Ya slowly drew his lips back an inch and looked down at Jiliang. She raised her head to look at him, all the force behind her earlier questioning gone. Her eyes glistened with reddish moisture, while an intense blush uncontrollably flooded