Following the contour of Song Zhuyu's nose, Rui Ye's fingers continued their journey southward until they reached the curve of Song Zhuyu's cupid bow. Here, his movement abruptly faltered and a delicate flush spread across his cheeks.
A wicked smirk played on the corner of Song Zhuyu's lips. Even with his pinky toe, he could tell that this little guy must be recalling the passionate kiss they'd shared before. He was just that easy to read. But Song Zhuyu didn't utter a word and simply watched as Rui Ye took a deep breath as though summoning his courage, and then began to trace the outline of Song Zhuyu's smiling lips, engraving the shape and softness into mind.
Feeling quite mischievous, Song Zhuyu parted his lips and bit down on the tip of Rui Ye's finger, causing the latter to gasp and recoil in shock. "Y–Y–You…!" He stammered, holding his hand to his chest.