Chapter 223
What should Song Ren say?
Say: I'm not afraid of pain.
Or: Shut your trap, you little brat, taking advantage and still acting innocent here!
Song Ren took one look at the way Mo Ning was staring fixedly at him, and he knew what kind of scheme this kid had in mind.
He had that look of wanting to immediately pounce, tear apart, and devour him right then and there, yet he was holding back so hard that a layer of fine sweat was beading across his forehead, while with his mouth he was still saying that it didn't matter who was on top or on the bottom.
Could it really not matter?
He figured that if Song Ren said he wanted to be on top, Mo Ning would probably be willing too.
At the thought of this possibility, a certain part of Song Ren's heart felt just like a piece of water-soaked cotton, swollen and a bit sour and aching.
How could he bear to let someone who liked him so much suffer any grievance?
If Mo Ning wanted it, he would just give it to him.
To take a step back, he liked him too.
If he hadn't liked him, he wouldn't have agreed to be Mo Ning's boyfriend.
If he hadn't liked him, he wouldn't have embraced someone, kissed them, and done these intimate things.
"Ge, does it hurt?"
"...Shut up."
Winter snow, whirling and fluttering, drifted down from the sky in a spin like torn scraps of paper from a child.
One flake after another, one grain after another, one piece after another.
Light as a feather, it landed on the transparent skylight.
For some reason, a fragment from a long time ago suddenly surfaced in Song Ren's mind.
It was probably some winter