Those words scratched Wenzhi's senses deliciously, but he shoved his palm directly over Xinyuan's lips and nose, forcing his head back. "Like I said. Distraction."
Xinyuan didn't even fight it. The corners of his warm brown eyes crinkled with pure amusement, his ears turning a bright, telling crimson.
Suddenly, Jiang Zhaohe poked her head over the back of her seat. "You two are so cute," she sang, her tone dripping with teasing malice.
Wenzhi shot her a flat glare that screamed don't start, though he completely failed to notice the way Xinyuan gently caught his wrist, peeled Wenzhi's palm off his face, and pressed a kiss right into the center of his hand.
"Why are you poking your nose here, Zhaohe?" Xinyuan asked her, trying to redirect the attention.
