Ling Zhuang stared at him for a long moment before finally speaking in a low voice. "Then my first question is, why did you clearly not want to say it before, even tried to cover it up, but now you insist on telling me?"
Jiang Jiamian's fingers traced lightly along his arm, almost absentminded. "I wasn't familiar with you before. How could I know whether you were a good person or a bad one? How could I dare reveal such a secret? But now…"
Ling Zhuang's gaze sharpened, his voice cool. "So what about now? Are you so sure I'm a good guy, or a bad guy?"
Jiang Jiamian leaned closer, nearly brushing against his neck, smiling with deliberate tenderness. "Good guy or bad guy doesn't matter. What matters is that we just kissed. That makes us lovers. And lovers share secrets, don't they?"
Ling Zhuang's brows arched slightly. "Lovers?"
Jiang Jiamian nodded without hesitation. "Mm."
