Liang Qu did not shy away, and stared straight at Qi Wuyan, then... his gaze involuntarily slid down, glancing.
Once again, he sighed.
Unbelievable.
Every time he looks, he's surprised.
If Eying is like a freshly baked bun, taking a big bite, with all the fluffy skin and large clumps of steam squeezing out through the gaps, filling the whole mouth, but if you shove it whole, your lips and teeth cross the skin and bite into the filling, the oily juice clogging every remaining gap in your mouth.
Qi Wuyan, on the other hand, is like a plain bun, one bite down, however you shove it in, swallow it down, until you choke or get stuck, all is steam, flowing continuously from the bamboo steamer, spraying endlessly from the fluffy bun's holes.
It's not lust, just a bit of respect.
Silent.
Deathly silent.
