Even so, Ding Yixin adjusted his posture and using his body to shield Rong Xingyu from the slightly chilly night breeze.
"Who would dare curse you?"
Rong Xingyu shrugged.
He leaned back naturally and letting himself rest comfortably in Ding Yixin's embrace.
"Who else could it be? It should be that disgusting scumbag father of Mu Lin."
Ding Yixin: …
Sensing the silence from the person behind him, Rong Xingyu turned his head within Ding Yixin's arms.
Seeing the faintly darkened expression on his face, he could not help but let out a soft laugh.
"Why so serious?" Rong Xingyu reached up and poked Ding Yixin's cheek with a finger. "The one he's cursing is Mu Lin, not me."
Ding Yixin caught the hand Rong Xingyu was using to make mischief on his face.
He then brought it to his lips and pressing a gentle kiss to it.
"Mm."
Rong Xingyu lazily yawned in Ding Yixin's arms and a trace of moisture gathering at the corners of his eyes.
