He Juan's heart almost stopped beating when he heard this.
Sometimes, he suspected that Mu Yuze must be doing it on purpose. Catching him off guard, almost giving him a heart attack, then relishing in his reaction… he must be enjoying how flustered He Juan was over his little adorable quirks and endearing straight balls.
Alas, there was really nothing He Juan could do about it. Who told him to love this man so much?
"Give you a mark…" It was not until the voice came out of his mouth did he realize how strained it sounded. As if there was an invisible string tightening around his neck bit by bit. His gaze involuntarily dropped to Mu Yuze's nape which was, fortunately, covered by bandages. Otherwise He Juan had no idea what he would do – chomping down on it, perhaps? "You mean… temporary mark?"
