"Mmm... Qin Zhan!" Bi Xia was momentarily stunned, feeling the gentle tenderness of the young man. Taking advantage of the brief moment of clarity, he pushed Qin Zhan slightly, "You're cheating!"
Slightly rising, Qin Zhan looked at the boy beneath him with a playful expression, "Cheating? Do you want to give me a yellow card?"
"Yellow card?" Bi Xia's starry eyes glared at someone, lifting his hand to pinch Qin Zhan's chin, threatened, "Not just a yellow card, a straight red card off the field!"
Qin Zhan, unhurried, smiled cheerfully, and without removing Bi Xia's hand from his chin, lowered his head to peck those crimson cherry lips again. Nose to nose with his little one, his voice low and slightly hoarse, "If it's a red card, wouldn't it be a loss not to do something?"
"What... Mmm..."
