Lang Yuxuan's face darkened for a split second before he recalled that the cameras were still rolling.
After all, they were playing a couple of lovers. Flirting was allowed.
"Now that I take a better look at them, they are relatively cute," he mumbled.
"You are not close enough," Feng Jietang decided before capturing Lang Yuxuan's wrist and pulled him closer.
Heat, a tangible force, seemed to emanate from every pore of Feng Jietang's being. Lang Yuxuan's lips formed a thin line of displeasure.
Acting or not, should Feng Jietang not know better than invading his personal space...?
He raised his head and stared into Feng Jietang's eyes.
"..."
For some reason, Feng Jietang looked different.
His pupils were dilated, his gaze a pool of molten intensity, soft and captivating.
Lang Yuxuan swallowed hard.
Why did Feng Jietang look at him that way?
He couldn't possibly...
No, no way...