He deliberately bit the same spot he had broken open last time.
After biting him, Shi Jihan looked at Zhou Jingcheng smugly, his face practically saying, "What are you going to do about it?"
"Hiss—" Zhou Jingcheng sucked in a breath but did not push him away. He wiped at the corner of his lips with a finger, and sure enough, it was split open again. "Shi Xiaohan, are you a puppy?"
Those little canine teeth were kind of formidable.
Shi Jihan said, "Nonsense. I was born in the Year of the Ox. I should be grazing in the Alps, not kissing you here."
After saying that, he did the math and realized something was off. "Zhou Jingcheng, you were born in the Year of the Dog, right?"
Zhou Jingcheng said, "...Woof."
He said it without the slightest shame, almost proudly.
Such an accurate zodiac sign, Shi Jihan thought. This man really was a dog.
He said, "You invented a new species."
Zhou Jingcheng asked, "What?"
Shi Jihan said solemnly, "A Papillon branch: the Peacock Dog."
The two fell silent after that.
Their relationship had just changed, and they were both a little unaccustomed to it.
Shi Jihan made conversation. "Your kissing skills are kind of bad."
What was that, a bad review after purchase? Zhou Jingcheng raised an eyebrow high. "If my kissing skills were good, wouldn't that be a problem?"
...That made sense. But Shi Jihan refused to listen and insisted they were awful. "They're just bad. My tongue is numb now."
"Fine." Zhou Jingcheng laughed in exasperation and nodded, admitting that he was bad. "Then let me get some practice."
Shi Jihan immediately went quiet.
"Say something?"
Shi Jihan muted himself. Silence was golden, he thought. He had to preserve his value.
Once he opened his mouth,