Qin Ci thought he had made it once he successfully moved in with Xie Zhitan.
Who knew that even after they moved in together, he would still be living like a single man?
Xie Zhitan was like an ascetic. He had clearly tasted sex before, and Qin Ci had seen him get aroused several times, but Xie Zhitan simply refused to take the next step.
Once again, Qin Ci clung to Xie Zhitan, trying to get intimate, only to be pushed away.
Whether Xie Zhitan pushed too hard or Qin Ci hadn't been standing firmly, he didn't know.
The push sent him stumbling back two steps.
Qin Ci's shirt was mostly off, exposing his muscular chest. Tall and well-built as he was, he looked pitiful now.
"You..." The moment Xie Zhitan's rough voice came out, he closed his mouth again in discomfort.
He kept rejecting Qin Ci. This time, Qin Ci would probably make more demands.
Thinking that, Xie Zhitan slowly turned away to button his shirt.
Qin Ci's saliva still lingered on his neck and chest.
Qin Ci was too passionate, too explicit. He openly expressed everything he wanted, never holding back his words or desires.
But Xie Zhitan always felt awkward.
They had been perfectly compatible when he slept with Qin Ci that drunken night, but Xie Zhitan wanted a partner who could resonate with his soul.
Or, to put it more bluntly, Qin Ci, with his perfect, sexy body, wasn't...
Bang!
Xie Zhitan's hands paused. The room was utterly quiet. He turned to look, but it was already empty.
Qin Ci returned to the apartment next door, his expression thunderous. No one had lived there for just two weeks, and it already smelled musty.
He didn't linger. He dug out his passport and left the apartment.
*Fuck!