Unknown Cupid?

Xing Han paused for a full minute as he seriously pondered the question. His face scrunched up as he thought back and went through the days since they'd move.

It's true.

Nitocris hadn't been teasing him like he used to. Ever since the day he had slept over, actually.

When Xing Han thought of that day, his face flushed a bit. He had been so zoned out that he didn't quite register what he had been doing. When he remembered how he slinked off the bed, then buttoned up Nitocris's shirt ... he felt like he could just die.

It was a miracle that Nitocris hadn't shouted at him or push him away. Instead, Nitocris had been patient and quiet, letting him be.

All this time, he thought that Nitocris hated him. Well, not hate hate but ... perhaps, annoying? Just like how he found Nitocris annoying? Xing Han was getting really confused. He vaguely remembered a really gentle smile on Nitocris's face.