Bai Ye almost pushed me away by reflex—I hadn't kissed him in almost a week, and we both knew why. He shoved on my shoulder like I was a poisonous snake, but when I didn't pull away at his signal, his force softened into a gentle nudge.
"Qing-er," he said in a begging tone that I had grown too familiar with over the past few days. "Don't—"
I chuckled, knowing what he was thinking. "I … I'm fine now," I said.
He stared at me, as if he couldn't believe what I just said. "Since when?"
"Since … yesterday."
He kept staring, and suddenly his eyes narrowed. "Since yesterday?" The hand that was still on my shoulder slid beneath my chin, holding my head up so that I couldn't look away from him. "Since yesterday, and you didn't tell me until now?"
"…"
I had thought that I was shameless enough to miss him so badly after merely a week. And yet, it sounded like he was—
