Rosalynn, left wordless, could only gaze at him with her eloquent eyes.

Brian's spirits were high, as Rosalynn held back her sharp tongue. He drew closer once more, planting a kiss upon her Lips.

“Your mouth tastes incredibly sweet. What have you been eating?"

His desire to continue their kisses grew stronger.

“Isn't it obvious what I ate?" Rosalynn's response came with a sharp tone.

With a grin, Brian responded, “Certainly, we've shared the same meal.

Do you find my lips just as sweet?"

Rosalynn suppressed the urge to roll her eyes, her patience wearing thin.

"No. Now let me go."

"I'd rather savor your sweetness further, Brian declared, kissing her once again.

Lyndon, witnessing their exchange, found the congee in his mouth to be utterly unpalatable.

He set the bowl aside with a cough.

At the sound, Rosalynn shot Brian a withering look and attempted to push him away, yet Brian's embrace remained firm.

"Why the cough, Lyndon? Something stuck in your throat? The tissue's right there. Help yourself," Brian said, unfazed.

Lyndon merely wiped his mouth, his gaze fixed on Brian, too stunned for words.

"Don't gaze at me so fondly. It's clear as day. I'm straight," Brian teased, a smile playing on his lips.

Lyndon, left speechless, found his intent to repulse Brian had backfired, leaving him the one repelled.

"It's time you go. I'm tired," Lyndon declared, no longer able to stomach their affectionate display.

Brian's smile widened, pleased by the dismissal.

"Sure, just call if you need anything.”