Xie Qingcheng opened his peach-blossom eyes. “What are you doing?” He Yu misunderstood Xie Qingcheng’s motivations, believing he was moving away out of disgust for his illness. And so, feeling a bit malicious, he leaned even lower, pressing his lips to the side of Xie Qingcheng’s neck and letting the tips of his teeth brush against the older man’s skin as he spoke quietly. “My illness is acting up. I want to kill you to shut you up. Are you going to run?” Like hell was his illness acting up!
