The look on Jian Ci's face, the raw vulnerability, the shyness that was so utterly foreign on his usually composed features, made Yu Xi's playful smile freeze for a fraction of a second.
His expression remained gentle, but his eyes sharpened, the alcohol-induced haze receding just enough to reveal focused, dark attention. 'He looks so cute,' Yu Xi thought, the observation immediate and visceral.
"What is it?" The hairpin clinked softly as Yu Xi placed it in a small porcelain bowl on the dresser.
Jian Ci swallowed. The words felt like gravel in his throat. "Umm… I think… I think I am really impotent."
Yu Xi's brows arched, a flicker of irritation crossing his sharp features. He hated Alarna for making up that fucking rumour. Now it was getting into Jian Ci's head. "Forget those rumours. People talk shit. It means nothing."
