"No, nothing at all. We're just staring because you're far too beautiful," said Lan Qisheng, trying to hide the tremor of his lower lip.
His lover's words and actions had always been on a completely different level of madness, but now—saying he wanted to burn down an entire island without even batting an eye—that was truly…
"Beautiful, huh? Lan Qisheng, do you want to taste the beauty of my fist as well?"
"N-no, darling, I'm sorry! It's just that the idea of burning the island… um, it's a very bold thought, and quite innovative—"
"Cut the nonsense and just admit it's insane." Sian rolled his eyes.
He had never noticed before how coarse his lover's face was, or how easily he could spout such drivel with a straight face. What a pity—he should have been the actor, not Sian.
