Seeing him repeatedly hesitate to speak, Xiao Yu strode forward and demanded, "What exactly do you want?"
Qi Yunheng looked at the face that had suddenly drawn so close to his own. His body stiffened, a blush rapidly spread across his face beneath the mask, and his breathing quickened.
He turned his head slightly away.
After a moment, he said in a low voice, "Kiss me once, and I'll call it even."
Xiao Yu: "!!"
His mind went blank with a bang, and he froze where he stood.
When Qi Yunheng received no response for a long while, he assumed Xiao Yu was unwilling and promptly erupted.
He turned back and glared at him. "What? You don't want to?"
"You can kiss that Crown Prince, but not me?"
A crack appeared in Xiao Yu's composure.
That's outright slander!
When did I ever kiss the Crown Prince? How come even I don't know about it?
Qi Yunheng lifted his gaze slightly.
Xiao Yu did not want to explain. He looked at him.
Changing the subject, he said, "I hear Southern Zhao's court has been purged of dissenters and is preparing for the new king's Enthronement Ceremony."
"Does Your Majesty have so much time on your hands? Why have you come to the Jin Kingdom in secret?"
Qi Yunheng said, "You still haven't said whether you'll kiss me."
"Ahem..."
Xiao Yu choked at his blunt words.
He quietly averted his gaze. "I am not a frivolous man. Please conduct yourself with dignity, King of Southern Zhao."
Qi Yunheng snorted. "Not a frivolous man, indeed!"
He abruptly pulled more than a dozen storybooks from inside his robes and hurled them at Xiao Yu.
He stared at him, his gaze sharp as a blade, as though he wanted to tear him apart.
Through gritted