Cheng Yue looked at him in disbelief. "What did you just say?"
Ji Huaijin loosened his tie and repeated unhurriedly, "It's not out of the question."
He would just need a different environment and a different person.
Cheng Yue was utterly speechless. "Are you still jet-lagged?"
What nonsense was he talking about!
As an academic, shouldn't he believe in seeing a doctor when someone was ill?
Ji Huaijin smiled noncommittally. "I am a little tired."
Cheng Yue shot him a sidelong glance and rose to get him some soup. "Go wash your hands and eat. I think I'll try talking to him again. If that doesn't work, we can get a psychologist."
"No need."
Ji Huaijin hooked an arm around his waist and tugged him into his embrace, affectionately nuzzling his neck. "An aching heart needs the right remedy."
Cheng Yue endured the ticklish sensation without pulling away. "So?"
"Let him leave."
Cheng Yue immediately shoved him away. "Where do you expect him to go?"
He's only stayed in your villa for a couple of days, and you're already feeling put out?
"Sucheng."
Cheng Yue swallowed the words If he goes, I go, which had been on the tip of his tongue, and stared at him in surprise. "Sucheng?"
Ji Huaijin lowered his gaze and nodded, murmuring an indistinct reply as he leaned down to kiss the lips he had longed for day and night.
"...Wait, stop kissing me. Explain first!"
Cheng Yue put a hand between them, his eyes wide. "Why send him there?"
Denied the satisfaction he wanted, Ji Huaijin sighed inwardly and lounged against the sofa, twirling the ends of Cheng Yue's hair around his fingers.
"The Chu Family is in Capital City, and Old Master Chu is rather indulgent toward his youngest grandson."
Ji Huaijin grew