Feng Zhiwei reached out and touched Ning Yi's stubbly chin, smiling as she turned her face this way and that as he chuckled quietly. Her bright eyes glittered wetly and she whispered: "I know what you look like. If you get skinnier when we meet again, I won't spare you."
"How will you not spare me?" Ning Yi replied, his joyful laughter deepening.
"I'll kill you, and we will never be reconciled." Feng Zhiwei smiled gently.
"Okay. I'll be waiting your approval." He replied, pulling his hand away. An ambiguous smile climbed over his lips, and he added: "You can investigate anything you want, not just the face. Everything… is possible."
Feng Zhiwei pulled back her own hand and rolled her eyes. Thankful for his blindness, she reached up at held her earlobe, wondering if it was still red from being bitten, or if she was blushing.
