"Like?" "Like you."
Yibo lifted his head, and Xiao Zhan's hand fell to his side. "Guo Cheng told me that we're similar
– Jason and I. We're both domineering, according to him. He thinks you have a type." "I probably do."
"At the same time, we're different men. And having a type, isn't a bad thing."
"You're pretty good looking," said Xiao Zhan. "I'd say me having a type is a good thing, if I ended up with someone like you."
Yibo's mouth crooked against the skin of Xiao Zhan's neck, snapping his teeth into flesh in retaliation. Xiao Zhan yelped, soft whimper as his shoulders instinctively rose.
"That's a compliment!" "That's a bite of love." "You bitch."
"Wow, Zhan ge. Such elegance. Finesse." "Brat."
"Even worse."
When they were on the couch with their coffee, Yibo stretched out his legs, resting them onto Xiao
Zhan's lap.