Already a Useless Loser Who Can't Write Kisses

Shen Ranxin raised a hand, pressed it against his shoulder, and pushed him back slightly with a smile. "Twenty points per use."

Shen Qi had only just arrived. Where would he get any points? He tilted his head. "Can I put it on your tab?"

Shen Ranxin sneered. "If I stab you to death, can I say I owe you a life and put it on my tab to repay in the next life?"

Shen Qi gave a soft laugh. "Sure. If Young Master wants a next life with me, I couldn't ask for more."

Shen Ranxin glanced downward and said, "Actually, you didn't need to take everything off so... thoroughly."

Shen Qi paused. "What?"

"I'm not interested in skinny dogs." Shen Ranxin extended a finger and tapped Shen Qi's abs.

Shen Qi: "..."

Shen Qi grabbed Shen Ranxin's finger and gritted his teeth. "So you're interested in Lu Zhi?"

Shen Ranxin raised a brow and answered bluntly, "Yes."

The dangerous squint in Shen Qi's puppy-dog eyes deepened. "If he'd been sent to the operating table at sixteen and had his glands dug out, he'd be just as sickly and frail as I am."

Shen Ranxin's expression turned serious. Looking directly into Shen Qi's eyes, he asked, "Are you saying that the glands I have now originally belonged to you? That I was the one who dug out your glands?"

Shen Qi froze for a moment, released his hand, and lowered his gaze. "Not exactly."

Shen Ranxin understood. "My father?"

Shen Qi paused, then nodded faintly.

"How much do you know about what happened back then?" Shen Ranxin paid no mind at all to Shen Qi's flirting. Though he instinctively felt close to Shen Qi, that feeling was clearly different from what he felt for Lu Zhi. "Or rather, what