It was absolutely unfair how stunning Jiang Cheng got when he was angry. Who gave this man the right to be someone Huaisang’s hands itched to capture the likeness of? Huaisang was a landscape artist not a person artist. Jiang Cheng’s existence was making Huaisang want to go against his art preferences. Which was extremely rude!
“You have to take responsibility,” Huaisang said, cutting Jiang Cheng off and getting those beautiful eyes to narrow at him as offence flooded the other man’s features. He probably wanted to rant more about how Huaisang was a weirdo for drawing Jiang Cheng, but Huaisang had no need to listen to that anymore. “If you weren’t so alluring, I wouldn’t want to draw you. I wouldn’t want you.”
With that said, Huaisang raised himself up to kiss Jiang Cheng. Not on the lips like he desperately wanted as he was positive the man would strangle and kill Huaisang where he stood if he did that. No, it was on one of those sculpted cheeks. It was still pleasing to kiss Jiang Cheng’s cheek, and Huaisang wanted to immediately do it again.