Fei Du tumbled back into the passenger's seat, raising his eyebrows rather regretfully. Then, seeming not at all concerned, he casually opened the car door. Under Luo Wenzhou's gaze, about to roast him into a human skewer, he lightly wiped the corner of his mouth with his thumb. "I've settled my fare. I suppose I can go now, shixiong?"
Luo Wenzhou, standing over him, pulled back his hand and said with a false smile, "You misunderstood. I wasn't planning to kiss you. Just now, that expression meant I wanted to hit you a little. Remember it next time and dodge."
Luo Wenzhou sat down on the floor of his own home, feeling that his right hand, which had received Fei Du's harassment, was still faintly burning. When he closed his eyes, he thought of that not-quite-smiling face, the smile making his heart flutter; the uncontrollable flutter made him rather irritable.
Fei Du sat alone in the service car among the unpleasant smelling aromatherapy, sampling the discomfiture Luo Wenzhou had left behind. He thought that the "taste" was unusually potent; he very much wanted there to be a continuation.
"We 'normal people,' proper or not, aren't in the habit of getting it on with our acquaintances." Luo Wenzhou, his face slightly grim, indicated that Fei Du should get out of the car. "If you're hard up, go find your picture-painting little skeleton of a drinking buddy."
Fei Du's momentary fragile expression softly vanished in thin air like steam. The ends of his peach blossom eyes turned up, and he quickly bent his head and kissed the back of Luo Wenzhou's hand, fingers lightly brushing the most sensitive place on his palm. When Luo Wenzhou immediately pulled his hand away, Fei Du blinked innocently at him. "Goodness, I'm sorry. Captain Luo's charms are truly too powerful. I accidentally advanced a little too far."
Fei Du rested a hand on his desk, looking loftily down on Luo Wenzhou. He leaned down and lowered his voice. "If you want to look, Captain Luo, go ahead and look all you want. I don't charge."
Hearing this, Luo Wenzhou understood Tao Ran's implication—either the narcissistic self-love from his teenage years was metastasizing, or Fei Du "wanted to cross a line."