Jing Wu, usually so cheerful and confident, seemed like a different person now, his eyes revealing something Yuanbao could not fathom.
"No need. I think I get it." Yuanbao reached out a finger and poked his shoulder.
But Jing Wu's grip really was strong, squeezing his cheeks until they hurt.
"Do you really get it, Yuanbao? Why flirt if you don't want to take responsibility?" Jing Wu's eyes were full of hurt.
"Those men threw themselves at me. How is that my fault?" Yuanbao's lips puckered under the pressure.
But what could he do? His charm was there for all to see!
Stop wearing dresses?
Impossible.
Pretty dresses, rouge, and jewelry were his favorite things.
He loved making himself beautiful, loved watching others lose their souls over him!
There was no way he would wear men's clothes he disliked for someone else's sake.
"You..." Jing Wu stiffened. "But weren't you the one pestering me back then? How can you go around flirting with other people?"
Looking at that peerlessly beautiful face so close to his own, Jing Wu could not help harboring a dark, twisted thought.
"You're so strange. When I tried to hook up with you back then, you wouldn't have it... Why are you acting like this now? Could you really have fallen in..."
Yuanbao's words stopped abruptly.
Because he saw Jing Wu close his eyes and lower his head toward him!
Holy shit, was this really happening?
Yuanbao summoned his spiritual power. A faint purple light flashed, and he used Teleportation to escape Jing Wu's grip.
He appeared behind Jing Wu, his lips curling into a smile.
Yet Jing Wu showed no surprise. With his eyes closed, he toppled straight forward.
Seeing something was wrong, Yuanbao hurriedly reached out to catch him.
"Hey, handsome, you're not serious,