"Then stop thinking about it, let's make up." He turned his head, his thin lips brush against the corner of his mouth.
The indifference in Jian Luo's eyes faded, revealing a hint of embarrassment. He quickly called a halt before things got intense.
"Let's make up, okay? Are we good now?"
Getting the answer he sought, Black Jack smiled and rewarded him with a peck on the corner of his lip.
"Good boy!"
Jian Luo's facial muscles twitched at the corner of his eyes, he grumbled, "Back off."
"So, we're officially together now, right?" Black Jack's eyes flickered, wanting to seize the opportunity to secure a commitment.
"Dream on." He pushed him away, smoothing out his wrinkled clothes.
Black Jack chuckled softly, reaching out to stroke his hair.
"So, when will you give me that commitment?"
His magnetic voice was tinged with subtle discontent and sulkiness.
Jian Luo, "....."
Why did that sound so strange?
"It depends on your performance."
