"Sian." Lan Qisheng called out the other man's name but said nothing more. Still, Sian could understand the language of his eyes—those deep blue eyes seemed to say: You're playing with fire.
Sian chuckled playfully but obediently lowered his hand, ceasing his teasing of the poor, big puppy who looked as though a certain part of his body was about to explode at any moment.
"What's this? You dare to crave the meal from afar but don't have the guts to take a bite when it serves itself right at your doorstep?" Sian raised an eyebrow provocatively, his expression both alluring and mischievous.
The moment Sian uttered those words, the blue eyes staring at him darkened further. Their owner swallowed twice, licked his lips, and, after a moment of hesitation, finally spoke, "So… you're sure about this? I mean, we can—"