Ji Yanzhi glanced at his wrist in confusion, then looked back at Ji Ting. "Bite a watch onto me? What does that mean?"
"Like this." Ji Ting demonstrated for him. "You bite a circle, and the tooth marks are the numbers."
Ji Yanzhi still didn't understand. "If you want a watch, just wear one. Why go to all that trouble?"
"Because..." Ji Ting paused, thinking, Oh, Ji Yanzhi had nice watches even as a kid. He must never have played this game.
Hearing that, Ji Yanzhi grew interested instead. "How about you bite one onto me first?"
As he spoke, he took off his watch and offered his wrist to Ji Ting's lips. "You haven't given me a watch yet, anyway."
Ji Ting gauged the width of his wrist, then began opening and closing his mouth like a little lion in a cartoon practicing how to pounce on its prey.
Ji Yanzhi laughed. "Are you getting ready to bite hard?"
"No. When Little Chubby taught me, he said the wider you open your mouth, the rounder the watch face comes out," Ji Ting said earnestly.
Ji Yanzhi could barely stand how adorable he was, his laughter caught low in his throat. "Then you'd better give me the roundest one."
"Mm."
Once he had loosened up his jaw, Ji Ting took his hand and bit down on his wrist.
The pressure was neither too light nor too hard, and it tickled a little, making Ji Yanzhi's heart itch along with it.
After biting for ten seconds or so, Ji Ting released him and wiped the moisture from his wrist. "Take a look."
The "watch face" was a perfect oval. Since Ji Ting's teeth were so straight, the tooth marks looked like little kernels of corn.
As Ji Yanzhi studied it, he