Ji Yanzhi's heart suddenly clenched, and he reached out to feel Ji Ting's forehead.
But after keeping his palm there for a moment, he frowned and touched his own forehead.
Strange. His temperature was lower than mine. He wasn't hot at all.
Afraid his hand wasn't accurate enough, Ji Yanzhi copied what Ji Ting had done before, bending down to press their foreheads together.
Just then, Ji Ting opened his eyes hazily.
Their gazes met without warning. Ji Yanzhi was about to speak when Ji Ting suddenly lifted his head and pressed a kiss to his thin lips.
The instant their lips touched, a bolt of electricity blazed wildly through Ji Yanzhi's mind. His whole body went rigid, and even his breathing stopped.
After that brief kiss, Ji Ting lay back down, rolled over, and soon closed his eyes again. Only Ji Yanzhi remained, dazed, as if his soul had left his body.
Ji Ear...
Did Ji Ear just... did he kiss me?
He kissed me, right... he opened his eyes and saw it was me... and then kissed me, didn't he...
Ji Yanzhi's heart was racing uncontrollably, as though it were about to force its way out of his throat.
He swallowed and reached toward Ji Ting, but curled his fingers back just before touching him.
Ji Yanzhi took a deep breath and walked to the left with a hand against his forehead, then turned and walked to the right. After pacing back and forth several times, he stopped and gave his hair a hard tug.
He turned to look at Ji Ting on the bed, his jaw jutting as he clenched his teeth.
Who kissed a family member like that?!
*What did he mean by going straight back to sleep after kissing me? Was he embarrassed? Or did