Two men with different thoughts were sitting across from each other, falling into silence for a moment.
"What do you like about him? Su Zhiruan already has a family and, I heard, two children," Changqi rolled up his sleeves and personally poured tea for Feng Qing. "If this gets out, the Phoenix Clan will definitely feel disgraced; what do you think?"
"I don't care, I only like him. If I always cared about what others think, would I still be Feng Qing?" Feng Qing was unexpectedly rebellious and resolute on this matter, "I just want him; we might as well live in seclusion."
Changqi was silent, his gaze resting on Feng Qing's face, his expression faint, giving no reply.
The sound of pouring tea rose as Changqi also poured himself a cup.
After a while, he glanced at Feng Qing and calmly said, "What does it feel like to like another man?"
Feng Qing raised an eyebrow, somewhat incredulous. "Huh?"
"Was I difficult to understand?" Changqi lifted his eyelid to look at him.
