Jing Che's sudden move took Yue Feng completely off guard. He was caught off guard by it.
"…" He must be seriously drunk, mistaking him for a woman.
Yue Feng frowned. His intention to push Jing Che away was thwarted when Jing Che's lips found their way to the back of his ear and his unsteady breath was sprinkled over his neck.
Yue Feng, who was always a clean freak, did not hesitate to lift his leg and kick Jing Che away.
The kick was not at all light, causing Jing Che to kneel on the ground, holding his stomach and groaning: "Are you trying to kill me?"
"…" Yue Feng was not impressed, calmly adjusting his white suit that Jing Che had crumpled.
He then turned to leave the bathroom.
"Don't leave!"
"…" Yue Feng abruptly stopped moving.
"Give me a hand! I can't get up!" Jing Che stretched out a hand pleading for assistance while the other clutched a handkerchief.
But Yue Feng couldn't be bothered to help him up.
