That sentence came out less like a tease, and more like a rueful woe from the bottom of his heart. Once again, He Juan failed to realize how much he sounded like a creep until the ceramic spoon slipped from Mu Yuze's hand and hit the bowl with a resounding clang, jolting Mu Yuze out of his reverie.
He snapped his gaping mouth shut, his face so red that it was almost dripping blood. "Y–You…"
"Oops." He Juan covered his mouth with a sheepish look. "My bad, I didn't mean to say it out loud."
