You did a lot of dirty things to me last night. Ling Yue found himself reminiscing on those words repeatedly, wondering what he must have done to Han Junhui and what he was forgetting.
Had he bitten him? Begged him for sex? Had he sucked him?
Ling Yue's eyes widened, and he swallowed hard and covered his mouth, looking around and hoping no one was listening to his thoughts.
As if anyone could.
As he walked into the hall called Fertile Jade Tower, he lowered his head, trying so hard to avoid looking at Han Junhui who joined him at the entrance.
As much as he couldn't stop thinking about the words he had spoken to him, the images of Han Junhui's abs were still fresh in his head. Each time he spared a glance at him, all he saw were the abs. Those perfectly sculpted abs were never leaving his head.
