A Cooking Disaster

Only after speaking did he realize what he had just said.

Who the heck was Qi Jingguo…?

He felt a trace of familiarity in his heart upon hearing that name. He frowned as something gripped his head from the inside, twisting it to the point where he felt immense pain throbbing in that area.

He held up his forehead. He felt as if he had been through something like this, but unlike last time, he held onto his consciousness, not letting anything slip by. So the marshal didn't have a chance of appearing at all.

By the time he woke up from his dazed state, he saw Yu Weimin's eyes glistening as he stared at the other with a grin on his face. "I do find this name familiar! So you're Qi Jingguo!"

Qi Gang wanted to say no, but when he saw the man's brightened expression, he swallowed and nodded reluctantly.

It didn't matter.

It wasn't like they really were lovers.