Feeling the gaze on him, Rong Xingyu smiled faintly at Rong Zhihao.
But before he could say anything, he suddenly noticed Rong Zishan on the other side with his fingers coated in cream lunging toward him.
Using his height and long arms to his advantage, Rong Zishan managed to smear the cream perfectly on Rong Xingyu's nose before he could dodge.
Rong Xingyu: "…"
He felt the sweet scent of the cream hitting his nose and the soft unique texture on the tip of his nose.
For a moment, he almost wanted to stick out his tongue to see if he could lick the small dollop off.
But he held back, he looking at Rong Zishan's triumphant cheeky grin.
Rong Xingyu couldn't help but call out to his fourth brother.
Rong Zishan made a silly face at him. Rong Xingyu looked over at Rong Zhenqiao who was smiling approvingly.
With his older brother's silent consent, Rong Xingyu's courage instantly grew.
