Ji Ting glanced at his own hand, then looked up. "Aren't we counting ribs? Why is my hand on your lower abdomen?"
"Feel that while you're at it. It's fine. I don't mind being taken advantage of."
Ji Yanzhi had only meant to tease him, but to his surprise, Ji Ting nodded and began feeling him quite seriously.
Well-trained abs really do feel like smooth, lustrous mutton-fat jade.
Judging by the tendinous intersections, Ji Yanzhi should genetically only have six-pack abs. Having eight now must be the result of extensive training.
Ji Ting studied the arrangement of his muscles as though examining a laboratory specimen. But after only a few touches, an increasingly distinct outline began to rise beneath Ji Yanzhi's loose pajama pants.
Ji Ting's hand stopped abruptly. His gaze traveled up Ji Yanzhi's chest, only for Ji Yanzhi to catch his eyes as though he had been lying in wait.
"Ji Ear." His expression was beguiling as he leaned closer. "Do you finally understand why I shower in the mornings?"
Ji Ting's face grew hot, but he didn't avert his eyes. "Yes, I understand now."
His reaction caught Ji Yanzhi completely off guard. He had expected Ji Ting to flop straight back down and refuse to answer through silence.
While he was still stunned, Ji Ting raised a hand and patted his shoulder. "You don't have to be embarrassed. It's perfectly normal."
He was embarrassed?
Ji Yanzhi let out a soft chuckle, then suddenly arched a brow. "Since you say it's normal, does it happen to you because of me, too?"
Ji Ting's ears grew redder and redder, but he answered earnestly, "I like you. Of course it does."
"How many times? When? And how did you relieve it?"
Faced with this barrage of questions, Ji Ting finally