Guzzling down vinegar

Luo Muchen stood next to Qie Xieling, a soft smile playing on his lips as he watched him. The furrow in Qie Xieling's brow, the slight tension in his jaw and the way his eyes narrowed ever so slightly, it was all too familiar to him. Qie Xieling was still on the phone, his voice a controlled calm, but Luo Muchen could see the storm brewing in his gaze.

"Yes, I'm aware that you have some business with him and this is his phone," Qie Xieling said, the word 'business' laced with a subtle venom that only jealousy could infuse.

Luo Muchen's heart fluttered. There was something undeniably endearing about his man's possessiveness. It wasn't about control, it was about care. It was about the fear of losing something so precious to him. He knew he should probably reassure Qie Xieling, tell him there was nothing to worry about, but he couldn't help but savour the moment.