Xiao Yu paused at his words, his expression blanking as his mind went empty for a moment.
When he recovered, he silently lowered his head, his cheeks gradually turning red.
His heartbeat inexplicably quickened.
A-Heng really was impatient...
After waiting a long time without an answer, Qi Yunheng reached out and lifted his head.
Xiao Yu's flushed face, as lovely as peach blossoms, instantly filled his gaze.
His breath caught slightly, and he lost himself for a moment.
He found himself wanting to move closer, then closer still.
An inexplicable yearning stirred in his heart.
He leaned forward, unable to resist cupping Xiao Yu's head in both hands, and suddenly kissed his smooth forehead, then his starry eyes and the tip of his straight nose,
Until he reached those enticing lips. His slightly cool fingertips brushed intermittently against their warmth, dark currents surging in his eyes as he struggled against the urge to ravage them.
Then, just as quickly, that look vanished, veiled by a faint layer of affection and tenderness.
He suddenly lowered his head, brushing Xiao Yu's lips with lingering tenderness, as lightly as a feather. Reluctant to draw away, he gave the corner of his mouth a few gentle bites, almost as though sulking.
His fingers slipped past the ends of Xiao Yu's hair to his ear. Nibbling gently, he murmured, "An An... call my name."
"Call me Dantai Yunheng..."
His warm, slightly ragged breath and low, desire-laden voice lingered beside Xiao Yu's ear. Xiao Yu could not help trembling, his cheeks suddenly burning.
His eyes misted, a trace of clarity lingering within their dreamy haze, and he called softly, his voice tender and lingering, "Dantai Yunheng..."
At those words, Dantai Yunheng's pupils trembled slightly.
His throat bobbed.
A delicious tingling swept through his heart.
He placed