By the time Ji Yanzhi straightened up, Ji Ting had gone completely still, his eyes wide and round, as though he had suddenly been sculpted out of clay.
Ji Yanzhi's heart pounded, his nerves ratcheting up all over again. "I... when I kissed you like that just now, did it disgust you?"
Ji Ting's brain resources were not responding.exe. A full ten-odd seconds passed before he slowly shook his head. "You just showered, so you smelled nice, and your mouth tasted of mint. It wasn't disgusting at all."
If he hadn't been so nervous, Ji Yanzhi could have laughed aloud. "I meant whether you felt any physical aversion, like disgust or an urge to push me away."
Ji Ting's eyes were still blank as he murmured, "I can't remember. It's as if a white light covered the part of my brain that thinks. I can't remember anything."
Ji Yanzhi licked his thin lips, coaxing Ji Ting toward his side of the argument. "Then I think that reaction means you like me."
Ji Ting abruptly stilled, his expression suddenly tightening. "But I'm your younger brother."
Ji Yanzhi froze, then abruptly frowned. "How are you my younger brother? Are you the original Ji Ting? Does this body of yours share even a drop of blood with me?"
Ji Ting's thoughts were gradually clearing, and his expression grew serious. "But you only found out recently that I'm not your younger brother. Could your feelings really have changed from familial affection to romantic love in such a short time?"
Ji Yanzhi was about to speak, but Ji Ting brought out another scientific theory. "Besides, according to the Westermarck effect, people who grow up together experience a substantial reduction in sexual attraction to each other, regardless of whether they're related by blood. I look exactly