Bai Li caught her wrist and kissed the inside of it with infuriating gentleness. "It is for me."
Yan Cijin drew in one quiet breath. She had spent years learning that Bai Li was not only a flirt. She was also, in her own peculiar way, a caretaker. She teased because she wanted Yan Cijin to blush. She kissed because she liked the way Yan Cijin's body softened under her. She pushed because she trusted Yan Cijin to push back. And when it mattered, Bai Li stayed serious in a way that made the heart ache.
Yan Cijin let the silence sit a little longer, then asked, "Does it involve Lili?"
Bai Li smiled. "Yes."
"Does it involve flowers?"
"Yes."
"Does it involve your habit of causing trouble?"
Bai Li gave her a deeply offended look. "That is just character assassination."
Yan Cijin smiled faintly. "So it does involve trouble."
"Maybe a little."
"I knew it."
