Everyone, ship them!

Zheng Ye suddenly pulled away, leaving Ning Shile, who had been all ready, confused. He opened his eyes and looked at Zheng Ye blankly. Not kissing me?

Zheng Ye clearly had no intention of continuing.

Ning Shile raised an eyebrow.

Fine, fine, fine!

Damn you, Zheng Ye! How dare you mess with me!

Zheng Ye hadn't meant to mess with him. When it came to kissing, he definitely wanted it even more than Ning Shile did.

But...

He glanced at the camera, then explained, "Doing that on the first day of the livestream... wouldn't be great."

Ning Shile coughed lightly. "I—I wasn't thinking about it!"

Despite what he said, the flush on his face gave away his true feelings.

Seeing Ning Shile like this made Zheng Ye's heart itch.

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Ning Shile's ear. "Let's wait until tonight, okay?"

! What are you saying?

Ning Shile jolted, even his ears turning red. "I said I wasn't thinking about it!"

Of course, Ning Shile's claim wasn't very convincing.

He couldn't even look Zheng Ye in the eye.

Yet Zheng Ye kept his eyes fixed on him, then smiled, his voice drifting into Ning Shile's ear. "I am."

Ning Shile burned all over, his mind going blank for a moment.

Oh no. How come he's only using a basic attack, but I'm already about to burn my ultimate?

Stop reeling me in, man!

"What you want has nothing to do with me," Ning Shile insisted, turning around in a fluster to knead the dough again. "I don't want to!"

"You don't?" Zheng Ye stepped back from Ning Shile and folded his arms, watching him with interest. "But you closed your eyes just now."

Ning Shile flushed even redder at that and glared at Zheng Ye, threatening,