Ji Yanzhi froze. His widened eyes filled with a mixture of shock, frustration, hurt, and speechless disbelief. His thin lips opened and closed repeatedly before, after a long while, a self-mocking sound escaped his throat. "Ha."
Ji Ting did not understand what that laugh meant. All he saw was Ji Yanzhi struggling to speak, his brows drawn tightly together.
[Did Ji Yanzhi have some private difficulty he couldn't talk about? Had I been too blunt?]
A private difficulty?? A private difficulty???
The veins in Ji Yanzhi's forehead tensed. Was Ji Ear still suspecting that something was wrong with his equipment?
Seeing him stare without blinking, Ji Ting said softly, "We can actually talk about this."
Ji Yanzhi took a deep, deep breath. "What exactly have I done to give you that impression?"
Relieved that he was willing to communicate, Ji Ting began giving specific examples. "Whenever you kiss me, it's always on the cheek or forehead, or sometimes my hair. Even that kiss in the car was something I initiated. You only kissed me back after I guided you."
Who exactly am I staying celibate for?!
Ji Yanzhi roared silently inside. The only reason he dared not kiss him was that he feared he would not be able to stop once he started. What if desire went to his head and he did something out of line, leaving Ji Ting too embarrassed to talk to him?
Oh, so after all this abstinence, Ji Ear had actually mistaken my restraint for a lack of desire?
When he remained silent, his chest heaving, Ji Ting asked, "Should I keep going?"
An uncharacteristic smile spread across Ji Yanzhi's face. "Yes. Go on. Say everything you want to say."
"And when we sleep at night, we start out under the same blanket, but whenever