A fair, slender neck lay utterly unguarded before Mitian's eyes.
Mitian's Adam's apple bobbed, and he suddenly stepped forward. The distance between them vanished in an instant. He slowly lowered his head and leaned toward Bo Yi's ear. "Why are you..." His fingers hovered over Bo Yi's neck, tracing just above that smooth, delicate skin. He turned to look at the exquisite profile, his gaze deepening. "...so good today?"
Although those fingers never touched his skin, Bo Yi felt a tingling sensation spread from the side of his neck. Unused to it, he turned his head away, as though avoiding those annoying fingers-and the breath brushing his ear.
The evil god's flirtatious fingers still annoyed him, but... he didn't tell him to leave as he usually did.
Bo Yi pressed his lips together.
He had to admit that, although he no longer feared that black room and could easily find his own way out, the sight of the furious evil god smashing it down had shattered something in him. The thick wall he had always kept raised around his heart had cracked along with those collapsing walls.
He glanced up at Mitian, who was still leaning toward him, less than a fist's width away, then quietly lowered his eyes. This evil god would probably never know that the deepest wish Bo Yi had buried in his heart as a child had just... come true.
It was so many years late, but Bo Yi still felt a genuine surge of joy and delight. Even now, he was tolerantly letting Mitian sniff around his neck like an oversized dog.
Who knew what he was sniffing for.
Mitian-well, Mitian was taking advantage.
He had no idea why Bo Yi was so unusually tolerant and agreeable today. Normally, Bo Yi would have shoved him