Zhou Jingcheng caught the hand still resting on his chest. By the faint glow of the screen, he and Shi Jihan lowered their heads together to look at his shirt, which had fallen apart. Buttons were scattered everywhere; everything that should and shouldn't have been exposed was on full display. His firm pecs rose and fell faintly with his breathing, his waist taut.
Zhou Jingcheng pondered for a few seconds. "...Pervert?"
"Ha, haha." Under his gaze, Shi Jihan laughed awkwardly. "Well, you know, a good man doesn't keep a mistress?"
Zhou Jingcheng was stunned by the phrase "a good man doesn't keep a mistress."
The moment Shi Jihan said it, he wanted to punch himself in the head.
What am I saying?! he screamed, wishing he could burrow into the ground on the spot, dig through the Earth, and bury himself. Have I lost my mind? I was flirting with Zhou Jingcheng?
Zero-Zero-Zero couldn't answer him, because it was a poor underage system.
Shi Jihan's face burned red. He looked at the sky, looked at the ground—anywhere but Zhou Jingcheng. Finally, his gaze landed on the shirt buttons that had flown everywhere. "You..."
Following his gaze, Zhou Jingcheng looked at the button that had landed on his leg and asked in surprise, "Pants can't cover them either?"
Shi Jihan (overheating version): Smiling was a form of politeness.
Don't think I didn't hear the teasing in your voice, Xiao Zhou!
"...You'd better uphold some male virtue," Shi Jihan squeezed out through clenched teeth.
Zhou Jingcheng blinked. "What are you saying? I'm only showing you."
Seeing someone become so embarrassed that he seemed ready to bristle like an angry cow cat and pounce to scratch him the next second, Zhou Jingcheng reluctantly got a little more serious and gathered his shirt back