Sittin in a Tree

Rolling his eyes, Liu Qingge spat, “Your kissing technique is wretched.”Scoffing, Luo Binghe dropped Liu Qingge’s arm. Crossing his arms across his chest, he eyed Liu Qingge critically. “And how would you know?”“Because I have eyes, Luo Binghe. It shouldn’t look like you’re going to swallow your partner whole or that you’re trying to suck their Core out of their mouth!”This time, Luo Binghe sputtered, “Well…Well Shizun likes it!”The look Liu Qingge gave him was so dry that Luo Binghe was sure he could see a single tumbleweed roll behind the man’s dark eyes. “HE DOES! Or…” He paused and lowered his voice, “Or at least he told me he likes it.”Sighing, Liu Qingge ran a hand down his face. “And you believe him?” Luo Binghe nodded. “Well.” Liu Qingge took a step back, body tensing. “You shouldn’t.”--Liu Qingge comes upon Luo Binghe kissing Shen Qingqiu and witnesses the horrors of Luo Binghe's technique. This, of course, becomes a competition to see who is the better kisser with Shen Qingqiu as the judge.