At one of the high-end restaurants in a mall, Liang found Zhiyuan already seated on a table. He gently put his hand on his shoulder. "Zhiyuan."
Zhiyuan faintly smiled. "Hey."
Liang sat opposite him. He observed his bummed-up demeanor. "You sounded down. What happened?"
Zhiyuan clasped his fingers too. "That is the problem, Liang. I don't know what is happening. Xinyi and I…we kissed last night accidentally."
Liang widened his eyes in shock. "What? Wait, wait, wait. This is too sudden. Tell me everything from the beginning."
Zhiyuan recalled everything that happened between them. Liang raised his brow, feeling curious. "So it wasn't an accident the first time, but it was the second time."
Good job, Siying, Liang praised the little bun in his mind.
Zhiyuan coughed.
"So why are you acting like a teenage boy? For God's sake, you two are married. You are kissing your own wife, not some other woman."
