A flicker of regret crossed Qi Yunheng's eyes.
He had thought he could seize the chance to ask for a few more perks.
He had not expected it to end just like that.
Had he forgiven Xiao Yu too quickly just now?
"What are you thinking about?"
Xiao Yu removed his mask, a faint, teasing smile playing at his lips. "Who was it who said he wanted to kiss for two whole hours?"
"I was rather looking forward to it."
When his gaze caught Qi Yunheng's reddened eyes, he paused.
He raised a hand and gently brushed his fingertips over them.
A trace of self-reproach flashed in his eyes. "Were you crying earlier?"
Qi Yunheng's heart suddenly sank.
His gaze flickered.
He quietly turned his head away and denied it. "This King wasn't."
"All right. If you say you weren't, you weren't," Xiao Yu replied softly.
He studied Qi Yunheng's sharply defined profile, with its hint of stubbornness.
His gaze flickered.
He turned Qi Yunheng's face back toward him and cradled it like a precious treasure, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of his eye.
Then another.
"Mmph."
Qi Yunheng raised a hand to cover his lips, his ears swiftly turning red.
He turned his head away, a flicker of indignation in his eyes. "No kissing."
"You wouldn't even let me make any demands earlier. You even said I was pushing my luck..."
Xiao Yu opened his mouth, momentarily at a loss for words.
"I was the one pushing my luck."
He lowered Qi Yunheng's hand. "How about you kiss me back?"
Qi Yunheng turned back toward him.
He stared at Xiao Yu in a daze, an unfamiliar feeling stirring in his heart.
He took Xiao Yu's hand and pressed it over his heart. "Xiao Qi'an, why is This