"Yeah, right, 'it's you' my foot!" Xiaoquan Aonai pressed the ice-cold body of the water bottle against Dubian Che's neck.
"So cold!" Dubian Che involuntarily shrank his neck backward.
Xiaoquan Aonai withdrew the bottle, questioning, "Isn't Jiutiao as good as Mr. Kiyono?"
"It's... not about who's better than who."
"Then what is it about?"
"It's, it's..." Dubian Che touched the wet spot left by the water bottle on his neck.
"What is it?"
"Teacher, you're an adult, you should know boys are all... animals of desire, right?"
Xiaoquan Aonai's face turned red, "Who knows about that stuff!"
"Eh?" Dubian Che looked over, "You've never had a boyfriend, Teacher?"
"...No."
"Lying, right? You're so pretty, Teacher, how could that be possible?"
"I'm talking about you!"
"Sorry." Dubian Che put away his surprised expression, looked down, and pondered, thinking how to excuse his actions.
