MingYu listened to XiaoHe, only nodding along, not disturbing the man. When he quieted down after his soul was returned to his body by PingZe in that abandoned temple, MingYu's brow arched, questioning.
That wasn't all, it couldn't be all, MingYu knew this. He looked at the blushing man, who was trying his hardest to evade his glare. PingZe had done well, saved precious XiaoHe from the depths of Hell, but what was with the tattoo? Why was XiaoHe the colour of a dark beetroot?
Fishy, that was what it was. MingYu's eye twitched as his gaze trailed down XiaoHe's tall, but slender frame, lingering over the area where he knew the tattoo was hidden under the layers of fabric. It was a private and sensitive area too. Ah, this was one of those things he wished he could to talk about with ZhiYi. ZhiYi would know what was going through PingZe's mind.
