The more he backed away, the more fired up Ji Mingqian got, clinging onto his own clothes and rubbing them against him.
"You said I stink, so smell me properly and tell me exactly where I stink," Ji Mingqian demanded.
Backed into the corner of the couch with nowhere to retreat, Jiang Yisheng fell onto the sofa.
Unable to stand the other's intentional mischief, Jiang Yisheng pushed his hand away and said perfunctorily, "You don't stink, you don't stink, okay?"
Seeing good enough to quit, Ji Mingqian put down his clothes and poured himself a glass of water to drink.
Little punk, trying to compete with him.
"What shall we have for lunch?"
Jiang Yisheng gave him a sidelong glance, "You go and make it."
"Cough cough."
Ji Mingqian choked on his water, looking at him incredulously, "You're telling me to go cook?"
"With me like this, do you really expect me to do it?" Jiang Yisheng raised his arm, which was wrapped in a cast, and said with a hint of irony.
