Feng Ze reached out to stroke the finger marks on Tao Zhiyan's neck, his brows drawing together in concern. "It's still really red."
They were so close that they could even feel each other's warm breath as they spoke.
Tao Zhiyan rested his head sideways against the seat back and tipped his chin up slightly for Feng Ze to see. "It should fade soon."
"It'll take all night." Feng Ze's fingertip trailed downward.
Having his vulnerable Adam's apple touched while he spoke should have made him feel deeply unsafe.
But because he trusted Feng Ze, Tao Zhiyan didn't pull away.
"By the way," Tao Zhiyan said, looking at Feng Ze as something occurred to him, "why did you come?"
The man withdrew his hand. "I was afraid someone would pick on you."
Tao Zhiyan turned to look at Feng Ze. "Why would anyone pick on me?"
He raised an eyebrow. "I'm very smart. I can handle it."
"True," Feng Ze said with a chuckle. "You're so likable. Who would pick on you?"
The car was cramped, and the two of them were sitting close together.
Feng Ze propped his head on one hand, leaning beside the seat back.
Tao Zhiyan rested his head against it, looking sideways at him.
The garage was dim, making it hard to see each other's faces clearly.
Still, they kept gazing at each other.
"Manager Meng likes you, too."
President Feng was getting jealous again, his voice a little subdued. "So does Feng Yiqian."
"So do I."
The man's gaze wandered over Tao Zhiyan's face. Finally, he called him by his full name. "Tao Zhiyan, why do so many people like you?"
"They don't," Tao Zhiyan said helplessly. "I haven't even done anything."
"Really?" Feng Ze's voice was still a little subdued.
His eyes drifted