As Ji Yanzhi sat down in the chair, he caught Shen Mu Lan staring at Ji Ting with a peculiar look in his eyes.
He stared for a while, swallowed, then stared some more and swallowed again.
What was with that creepy expression?
"Shen Mu Lan." Ji Yanzhi called his name once, but got no response. His voice grew sharper the second time. "Shen Mu Lan!"
"Huh?"
Ji Yanzhi's face darkened. "Aren't you going to check on your dog? What if he falls into the pool again?"
Right, he's kicking me out so he can have Ji Ting all to himself.
Shen Mu Lan gave an awkward chuckle, his expression hard to describe. "Yeah, right. I should go check on him."
After he left, Ji Yanzhi tilted his head back the way Ji Ting had and glared at him.
He didn't even notice someone staring at him. What a blockhead.
Ji Ting misunderstood the look, however, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"
Still annoyed, Ji Yanzhi said, "I'm showing you how ugly it looks when you tilt your head back like this."
Ji Ting blinked. "It isn't ugly. Your face looks good from this angle, too."
Ji Yanzhi suddenly fell silent, his lips pressed into a straight line. Only after a long moment did he huff. "So now you've learned to sweet-talk me."
Ji Ting paused in bewilderment. That counts as sweet talk?
He lowered his head to look at Ji Yanzhi. "Having a distorted perception of your appearance is a disorder, too."
Ji Yanzhi gave a chilly little laugh. "You certainly know a lot. What other weird disorders are there? Let's hear them."
Weird disorders... Ji Ting thought for a moment, then said, "There's one called sad nipple syndrome."
"What?" Ji Yanzhi frowned. "Nipples can get sad on their