Li Xinyuan felt his eyes and lips twitch at the question. While wholly innocent, somehow in the way Hu Lijing asked it, maybe it was the tone of his voice, it sounded like a mockery of the surgeon's choice of career in his second life.
"What is that supposed to mean?" Li Xinyuan asked in a dry voice, tearing his eyes away from the splendid spread of stars that he — regrettably — couldn't eat and looked at the side of Hu Lijing's face, who's gaze was trained on the giant glowing ball of borrowed light.
"What?" Hu Lijing asked in return, blinking with innocence in his amber eyes as he added. "What do you mean?"
Before he knew it, Li Xinyuan gently shoved Hu Lijing's shoulder slightly, a light scowl decorating his handsome face.
"You old fox, was it a jab at my choice of occupation?" He asked in a mocking confrontational manner.
