In the private parking lot, Mu Zhi hummed along to the radio, "Especially at night, I can't resist."
Ji Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned down, and gently held Mu Zhi's almost transparent earlobe with his mouth, "Do you think you can resist it during the day now?"
Mu Zhi's face turned red, "I'll tell you the lyrics."
"But I'm talking about you."