Ji Ting considered his words seriously. "Mm, it does seem a little ungrateful, but there's a problem here."
"What problem? Where's the problem?" Ji Yanzhi raised his brows in displeasure.
"From the first time we slept together through yesterday, it's been forty-three days. If you've developed a habit of needing someone beside you to sleep in such a short time, then the longer we share a bed, the more deeply ingrained that habit will become. You could become addicted."
That familiar, heart-stopping frustration resurfaced. Looking at Ji Ting's utterly earnest expression, Ji Yanzhi said speechlessly, "Fine, you're right. You're always right. I won't sleep with you anymore. Happy now?"
With that, he started to leave, only for Ji Ting to reach out and catch his arm.
"I was only helping you analyze the situation so you could weigh the pros and cons. I didn't say I wouldn't sleep with you."
The corners of Ji Yanzhi's mouth twitched, but he gave another cold snort. "What, why did you suddenly change your mind?"
"Because when I told you I was afraid of ghosts, you didn't try to reason with me by saying ghosts were a form of objective idealism. You still agreed to sleep with me."
Looking into his eyes, Ji Ting thought, I can't demand that other people overcome things I can't overcome myself.
Although Ji Ting had agreed, hearing that thought left Ji Yanzhi feeling rather unhappy, and he lowered his dark eyes.
People said clever people were hard to fool. Yet Ji Ear, whose intelligence perched firmly at the very top of the tree, had been easily lured down by a lousy kite.
Now that he had come down, Ji Yanzhi had become the guilty party who had flown that lousy kite.
"I..." Driven by guilt, Ji Yanzhi tried