"Who would do this..." Qi Ji suddenly raised his head halfway through complaining, looking at Wan Chukong's extremely open expression, "You wouldn't have done this before?"

Wan Chukong: "Yes."

He doesn't like someone to approach him with a purpose, or he thinks that all those who come to him with a purpose.

Wan Chukong raised his hand again to rub the lipstick on Hua Qiji's lips, looking at his expression of surprise and timidity.

But Qi Ji is different, he has always taken the initiative to get closer.

A cat can live well without needing him and has its own way of survival.

"Are you looking for me on stage just now?" Wan Chukong said again.

Qi Ji stammered and couldn't speak, and finally closed his eyes and admitted: "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you said you wanted to see mine, I wonder if you had seen it..." Qi Ji told the truth. Although the lights on the stage were shining and many people came for them and called their names, he only wanted to find a figure in the dark.

This kind of thought should not be there. He reminded himself in his heart, afraid that what he expected would not respond and that what he expected would respond.

"I have seen it." Wan Chukong replied, "I have been watching you."

Qi Ji's body instantly became soft and no longer tense. His breathing was still rapid. He didn't know that his face and ears were thin and red.

"I have to confess something to you!" he suddenly plucked up the courage.

Wan Chukong replied softly as if he was prepared: "Well, what? Tell me."

His fingers were still on the young man's lips, warm and soft, like him.

Qi Ji said: "My height is a false report, not 182 nor 180! Actually, it is 179.7..."

No response for a long time.

Wan Chu couldn't hold on, and for the first time he didn't hold back, saying, "Who the hell cares?"
Chapter completed!