Ji Yanzhi stared at him for a few seconds, then gave a helpless laugh. "Ji Ear, you can't do this. You're indulging me."
Ji Ting blinked, puzzled. "This counts as indulging you?"
"Of course it does!" Ji Yanzhi leaned closer. "When I do something wrong, you're supposed to get angry at me, or ignore me and refuse to talk to me. You can punish me however you like, until you're no longer upset."
"But..." Ji Ting frowned slightly. "What you're describing is just venting your emotions. It doesn't solve the underlying problem."
"Emotional problems are problems too. When I complain so much that it sounds like I'm dredging up the past, doesn't it annoy you at all?"
"No." Ji Ting shook his head.
Ji Yanzhi froze as Ji Ting gently told him, "Unless you're deliberately refusing to let go of someone else's mistakes, what you call dredging up the past actually means that accumulated emotions haven't been properly addressed, and the problems haven't been resolved. Of course you have the right to bring them up again."
Ji Yanzhi watched him without blinking, then suddenly leaned forward and kissed his cheek.
This time, Ji Ting was the one who froze. "You..."
"See? This is the danger of indulging me." Ji Yanzhi gazed at his lips, as though kissing them with his eyes. "I get bolder and bolder, with no restraint."
Ji Ting watched him silently for a few seconds, then calmly brought out his "nuclear weapon." "Tasmanian Devil, you cried last night. Your features are more deeply defined than most people's, so the tears pooled in your eye sockets. It made you look especially endearing."
Ji Yanzhi abruptly turned to stone. That final word, "endearing," was like a chisel, carving a Mariana Trench straight through him.
As though he hadn't noticed