Ye Jun
He caught my wrist gently, not squeezing, just holding it still, and his eyes were all wide and earnest like he was actually worried about me instead of pissed that I was killing the mood. "Ye Jun. Come on. You bolted in there after we were right in the middle of it and now you're back acting like a pissed-off cat that got its tail stepped on. Did I do something wrong? Was I too slow or too gentle or…. I don't know, tell me. I'm not gonna get mad, I swear. I just… I like this with you. I don't want it to suck because you're forcing it."
