Ji Yanzhi distinctly felt his breath stop short. Every faint sound around him faded away, leaving the person at the door as his only reality.
Almost instinctively, he strode forward and pulled him into a tight embrace. Only when that crisp scent, carrying a trace of distinctive warmth, enveloped him completely did he let out a contented sigh. "Ji Ear, I missed you so much too."
Ji Ting gently stroked his back, as though soothing an anxious large dog.
Then Ji Yanzhi seemed to realize something and straightened up. "Wait. My Ji Ear has always been the one who follows the rules best. No matter how much you missed me, you would have held yourself back. You wouldn't sneak over before the ceremony."
He gazed into Ji Ting's clear eyes, his voice certain. "You must have guessed I couldn't sit still in here by myself. You were worried I'd get anxious, so you came over especially to check on me, didn't you?"
Ji Ting did not deny it outright. He simply said earnestly, "I was thinking about how you couldn't wait to see me. That in itself means I was thinking about you. It's the same thing."
Ji Yanzhi's heart melted. Unable to help himself, he lowered his head toward Ji Ting's lips.
But Ji Ting leaned back slightly, avoiding the kiss. "No kissing. Aunt said it took a lot of effort to set my makeup. It'll smudge."
"Then let it smudge. We can touch it up." Ji Yanzhi brushed it off and leaned closer again.
Right in the middle of their tussle, the dressing room door opened without warning. Fu Cheng's voice came with it. "I checked with the other side. Everything over there is... uh..."
The scene froze.
Fu Cheng had just stepped one foot inside when he