Who are you calling a dog?

Ye Yizhou gazed at Yan Qingdu's refined face, his lips curving slightly as he leaned in and gently kissed him.

Ye Yizhou stepped back in satisfaction, delight filling his eyes like a little fox that had successfully stolen a moment of pleasure.

Yan Qingdu wrapped an arm around Ye Yizhou's waist and lifted him, then turned and set him on the desk. Bracing one hand on its surface, he leaned in and kissed him, forcefully and lingeringly.

Ye Yizhou tilted his head back and returned the kiss, passionate and tender.

A melodious ringtone sounded.

"Mm, your phone."

Ye Yizhou raised a hand and pushed at Yan Qingdu's chest, humming through his nose.

" Hiss!"

Their lips had barely parted before Yan Qingdu bit him in displeasure.

"Are you a dog?"

Ye Yizhou snapped irritably.

Yan Qingdu's burning gaze settled on Ye Yizhou's face. His slender fingers gently stroked Ye Yizhou's slightly reddened lips as he stated without a trace of guilt, "It's fine. I didn't break the skin."

Ye Yizhou: ...

Unable to let it go, Ye Yizhou couldn't resist leaning in and biting Yan Qingdu's sexy, thin lips.

The movement was swift and decisive.

Before Ye Yizhou could feel smug about his successful "revenge," he saw that he had bitten the corner of Yan Qingdu's mouth open. So flustered that he forgot to control his expression, he gave a guilty smile.

Yan Qingdu rubbed the corner of his mouth with his thumb, glanced at the blood on it, then slowly raised his eyes to Ye Yizhou.

"Who are you calling a dog?"

Ye Yizhou hurriedly pulled a tissue from the desk and wiped away the blood on Yan Qingdu's hand and at the corner of his mouth.

"All gone," Ye Yizhou said cheerfully.

Yan Qingdu: ...

*Fine, fine, fine.