"Jealousy!? W-Why would I be jealous---"
Zhe Chouhen drew closer, his eyes full of determination to hear something from him that he seems to be waiting to hear for a long time.
"There's only one reason someone would get jealous, Panda-laoshi. You know that reason as a romance writer. Do you?"
He just asked a simple 'Do you?' without following anything else, but both of them knew what he meant by asking that.
Daoist Panda was stunned beyond disbelief. Zhe Chouhen knows the truth.
He bit his lip, then reluctantly replied.
"I do."
This made Zhe Chouhen dumbfounded. Daoist Panda said it. He admitted it.
He himself doesn't know what to feel about it, but his heart was already beating faster than ever since he saw him crying. He can even hear the pounding in his head. Yet, despite it giving him this uncomfortable sensation of his pulse setting off quicker than normal....
He did not hate it.