After so long in a position of authority, Bo Lin's face carried a cold severity when he wasn't smiling.
Up this close, Hua Jian discovered that his eyes weren't actually jet-black.
Bo Lin's distinctive scent enveloped him again.
Even at such a tense moment, Hua Jian's mind still wandered: Bo Lin is so handsome, and he smells so good. I wonder what brand of cologne he uses.
Hua Jian felt his heart pounding far too hard.
It was like thunder roaring across the sky on a rainy day.
With them this close, could Bo Lin hear it?
Their breaths mingled, charged with intimacy.
Bo Lin was doing it deliberately, but Hua Jian remained oblivious.
Ever since their intimate encounter, he seemed to have become especially fond of being close to Bo Lin.
Those little tips said not to get too intimate with gay friends, and Hua Jian was deeply unhappy about that.
He held Bo Lin's gaze, and as though something were drawing him in, his upper body slowly leaned forward.
Just as Bo Lin's breath brushed his slightly parted lips, Hua Jian's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily, and he swallowed audibly in the silent room.
Bo Lin's lashes fluttered, as though something had startled him.
Hua Jian's heart lurched. Sure enough, Bo Lin moved aside, away from him, and reached for the phone on the coffee table.
"You won't do."
Bo Lin's voice was husky, and a certain part of Hua Jian twitched with excitement.
But a moment later, he stiffened, his eyes widening in shock as he blurted, "I won't do?"
Was I that bad that night? What was wrong with me? Didn't I last long enough? Or does Bo Lin think my twenty-four centimeters aren't big enough?
*No, no, there's no way I'm bad in bed. It must