Meeting Feng Ze's gaze, Tao Zhiyan copied Young Master Su and raised his eyebrows slightly, then blinked, putting on a pitiful expression.
But he failed to hold back his smile, so he did not look pitiful at all.
Instead, he looked like a seductive fox.
Feng Ze held Tao Zhiyan's hand, squeezing and kneading it. Tao Zhiyan obediently let him do as he pleased.
But whenever it tickled, Tao Zhiyan would draw his hand back a little.
The man asked, "Where does it hurt?"
Where did it hurt?
It didn't.
It tickled a little.
Tao Zhiyan covered his eyes with his other hand. "I don't know either. I'm afraid to look."
A hint of amusement entered the man's eyes. "Imitating Young Master Su?"
Tao Zhiyan lifted his chin slightly.
Exactly.
Feng Ze gave his verdict. "You're nothing like him."
Tao Zhiyan immediately bristled. "How am I not?"
In every way.
Feng Ze rarely saw this expression on Tao Zhiyan's face. He looked a little disgruntled, but not particularly fierce. In short, he was adorable.
Feng Ze released Tao Zhiyan's hand, stood up, and thought for a moment.
With the warmth against his hand suddenly gone, Tao Zhiyan froze briefly and curled his fingers.
Then he stood up as well, watching Feng Ze.
After a while, Feng Ze's gaze settled on Tao Zhiyan. "He's... much more forward than you."
Forward?
Realization dawned on Tao Zhiyan. "So you like that sort of thing, young master?"
Feng Ze said, "It's all right."
Tao Zhiyan thought for a moment, then pressed his lips together with a mischievous smile. He turned toward the table and bent down to pick up the teapot.
Tao Zhiyan's fingers were pale and long. Holding the handle, he tilted the pot slightly, letting water trickle into the cup.
Feng Ze