The kiss wasn't particularly deep, but it had a purpose: to suck every trace of plum juice from the corner of Ji Ting's mouth and from inside it.
After pulling away, Ji Yanzhi smacked his thin lips appreciatively. "Mm, delicious."
The juice in Ji Ting's mouth had faded to nothing more than a lingering hint of tartness. He looked at Ji Yanzhi. "If you wanted some, why didn't you just drink it?"
Ji Yanzhi leaned in again, slipping an arm around his waist. "Why, when I have a beauty for a cup? Drinking it this way only makes it taste better."
Ji Ting gazed at his handsome, sharply defined face and said, "Ji Yanzhi, you're the beauty."
Ji Yanzhi's lips curved, his gaze trailing down Ji Ting's long neck to the chest exposed by his open bathrobe.
Amid the swirling steam, he lifted his eyes to Ji Ting. "Then if this beauty wants a peach, will you give him one?"
A peach again?
Ji Ting's brow twitched. Though a little confused, he still said, "If you want one, I'll go get it for you from the Dining Room."
Ji Yanzhi swam up to him and set the porcelain bottle in his hand beside the pool.
He pressed himself against Ji Ting and raised a hand to give his chin a gentle squeeze. "Ji Ear, do you know the proper way to eat a peach?"
Ji Ting blinked. "Hm?"
Ji Yanzhi had never been a particularly patient man, but to get a taste of this peach, he had kept his intentions hidden and carefully planned every move.
Ever since arriving, he had been thinking about how to eat it. Now, seeing the already luscious peach acquire a delicate blush after soaking in the hot spring, he finally couldn't resist taking a