Fang Zichen held Zhao Ger and kissed his round cheeks twice, saying softly: "Your face seems a bit plumper. It's like kissing jelly."
Zhao Ger touched his own face: "Really?"
"Mm!" Fang Zichen pinched his cheek, held him with one arm, gently bit his ear, then laughed softly: "Have you been secretly eating instant noodles again?"
"No." Zhao Ger's heart was racing. The warm, moist sensation was like electricity, making him shiver involuntarily. Even his small nose was slightly sweaty.
Zhao Ger struggled a little, but without much effort. He said quietly: "Stop messing around. I'm busy at home!"