Ji Yanzhi's waist suddenly stiffened.
What did that hesitant "would you" mean?
Because Ji Ear had injured his arm, he had been ready to grit his teeth and live like a Puritan. Yet now Ji Ear was the one unwilling to stop at a little taste.
Ji Yanzhi was still debating whether to withdraw the hand he had reached toward the bedside lamp when Ji Ting suddenly spoke. "Ji Yanzhi, leave the light on for now."
Ji Yanzhi curled his fingers and turned back, once again pretending he knew nothing. "What is it?"
"Have you read Plato's Symposium?"
The abrupt change of subject caught Ji Yanzhi off guard. "Huh?"
"In that book, Pausanias divided the pursuit of love into two categories: wisdom and virtue, and physical desire. He considered spiritual love nobler." As Ji Ting spoke, his injured right arm loosely encircled Ji Yanzhi's waist, his brace brushing the silk sash. "But I think both should coexist in a healthy romantic relationship. Neither should be exclusive."
Ji Yanzhi parted his lips, then drew another deep breath. "Ji Ear, the doctor said your arm needs at least two weeks of rest."
"But the doctor's instructions also included rehabilitation." Ji Ting's voice was muffled against his shoulder blade, and the skin behind his ears began to turn coral pink. "As my family, you have a duty to assist."
Looking at the lips so close to his own, Ji Yanzhi held himself back with his last shred of reason. "I don't think the rehabilitation the doctor mentioned includes intimacy, does it?"
Ji Ting lifted his head, his Adam's apple bobbing in the shadow of his collar. "Ji Yanzhi, your heart is already beating very fast."
The air stood still for three seconds.
Unable to hold back any longer, Ji Yanzhi gathered him into