Li Zhiqian averted his gaze, and despite being in his thirties, he could still act cute just as well as those young folks, capable of making hearts race. He cleared his throat, "I'm not looking at you, stop acting smug."
Gu Yun placed the clay pot into the sink, walked over with a fierce aura. Li Zhiqian instinctively retreated until he backed up against the refrigerator, trapped against its door by him. One hand was pressed by his waist and the other by his face.
Both were roughly the same height, but Gu Yun was a few centimeters taller. He looked down at him, voice husky, "If you keep staring at me like this, I won't be able to hold back."
Li Zhiqian: QAQ.
He wanted to say what it had to do with him not being able to hold back; he wasn't trying to seduce him. However, being pressed against the fridge so ambiguously, his heart started pounding uncontrollably.
