The silence that followed was heavy. Jian Ci's grip didn't loosen. He stared into Yu Xi's eyes, gaze unwavering, as though trying to read the truth etched behind them. His brows furrowed slightly, lips parted, searching for something. But before he could speak again, Yu Xi slapped his arm with a sharp thwap.
"Of course nothing happened," Yu Xi snapped. "Do you think I am that horny? That I would do things with the first person who bats their eyes at me?"
Jian Ci winced, rubbing his arm. "Ow… I was just saying. I remember you left for like thirty minutes and didn't come back early."
Yu Xi rolled his eyes. "Is that thirty minutes in dog years? It was ten. And when I came back—"
"Oh," Jian Ci interrupted, rubbing the back of his head, sheepish. "It felt longer. I wanted to go look for you, but Alarna said you would be back soon. Then she opened that bottle and… I don't remember anything after that."
