Because I feel like you are a little lonely, Jian Ci answered.
The response was swift: Fuck you. And then he was blacklist for twelve hours.
Jian Ci stared at the screen. "…" He grumbled, "You deserve to be alone."
Just then, the bathroom door opened. Yu Xi stepped out, a towel wrapped low around his waist, water still glistening on his skin. His V-shaped torso was prominent, every line carved with quiet strength. His skin held a faint, enticing pink hue, the afterglow of their last encounter, and his abs and toned muscles glistened under the soft bedroom light.
His gaze lingered on the pectoral muscles that looked like they were begging to be eaten. There were still traces everywhere; on Yu Xi's neck, his chest and abs.
Jian Ci had really bitten and sucked every part of him, leaving marks like a map of his hunger.
Yu Xi murmured, voice low, "Who deserves to be alone?"
