Ji Ting raised his clear eyes, looking sincerely uncertain. "You don't like being called Tasmanian Devil anymore? Then should I call you little glutton from now on?"
"..."
Ji Yanzhi choked on his train of thought and nearly broke character. He had to hand it to him: whether they were arguing or flirting, Ji Ear could always use that one-of-a-kind comprehension of his to punch a perfectly placed hole in the romantic atmosphere.
Unwilling to give up, he leaned down again, trying to recapture the heady mood of a few seconds ago. "Guess what this little glutton wants to..."
He had barely started when Ji Ting frowned and let out a muffled sound.
"What's wrong?"
"The steering wheel keeps digging into my lower back. It's uncomfortable."
All the "dangerous aura" Ji Yanzhi had put on collapsed in an instant. He let out a heavy, resigned breath, so helpless he felt it might start steaming out of his head.
On second thought, with two grown men crammed into a driver's seat the size of a birdcage, kissing was about the only vigorous activity they could manage.
Supporting Ji Ting's back, he carefully set him back in his seat. "Forget it. Let's eat first."
Ji Ting didn't quite understand why he had suddenly called a retreat. He merely blinked. "Okay."
When he said they were going to eat, Ji Ting had assumed they would go home. Instead, the car stopped in front of a familiar gate.
In the little courtyard, Shen Mu Lan was lazily walking his dog on a leash. The sound of the car drew his attention, and a moment later, he saw Ji Ting get out of the passenger seat.
"Xiao Ting!!"
With a delighted cry, Shen Mu Lan spread his arms and pulled Ji Ting into a firm