Lighter than the Clouds

Jiang Cheng's rational mind tells him it isn't a praise. His rebellious core, though, says otherwise, and pumps out a flush of warmth through his veins. "As if you aren't similarly random and talkative too."Lan Xichen shrugs. "Not in front of everyone."It was Jiang Cheng's turn to laugh. There is no way this isn't flirting, he thinks, and wonders where did it begin. When did their formal meetings became casual hang-outs, when did their boring conversations became a silly exchange of random words and playful smiles.