The warmth of that touch traveled straight from Shi Yin's lips to his brain, leaving him with no escape.
"I—I have my brother waiting for me." He hastily shifted his gaze away from the woman's cheek, unwound the hands at his waist, and vanished from her sight in a mix of walking and running.
Shi Yin, with a faintly red face and short breaths, found the man washing his hands outside the garden restroom.
Clutching his rapidly beating heart, he blurted out without a second thought, "Brother..."
The earnest "Brother" successfully caused Shi Wei to pause his handwashing, a glimmer of complex emotion flashing through his deep black eyes.
He couldn't remember how long it had been since he last heard this word from him.
"What's wrong?" The man glanced at him nonchalantly through the mirror, spotting his flushed face and frazzled demeanor, an inkling forming in his heart.
Sure enough, the next second, he heard him speaking in a tone bordering on grievance: "She kissed me again."
