Yun Chuan's gaze grew darker and darker.
Yu Xiuyuan's back stiffened. All he wanted to do was run.
But where could he go?
The living room? The balcony? Or the kitchen, the bathroom?
The clear ringing went on for a long time, and the recording Yu Xiuyuan had wanted to hear played many times over, too.
Before he fell asleep, Yu Xiuyuan had only one thought left in his head:
That Ling Dang had to go.
Tomorrow, I'm throwing it as far away as I can!
The next day, Yu Xiuyuan woke to a feeling of suffocation.
He couldn't breathe properly, his chest felt tight, and it was as though a mountain were pressing down on him.
He frowned and struggled to open his eyes. His vision was still hazy with sleep when he saw Yun Chuan's face right in front of his.
He was kissing him again.
His lips pressed against Yu Xiuyuan's lower lip, sucking gently, while the tip of his tongue slipped out now and then to trace the seam of his lips with insatiable tenderness.
Yu Xiuyuan turned his head away and reached up to push against Yun Chuan's chest.
The moment he exerted himself, a wave of soreness shot through his lower back.
Yu Xiuyuan let out a muffled groan, his brows knitting as he glared at Yun Chuan.
Yun Chuan immediately behaved himself, pressing his palm against Yu Xiuyuan's lower back and massaging it with just the right amount of pressure.
He had even gotten good at it.
The massage slowly eased some of Yu Xiuyuan's soreness, but did nothing to quell his anger.
He raised his hand and punched Yun Chuan in the chest, none too lightly, glaring fiercely at him.
Yun Chuan neither dodged nor flinched. Instead, he caught his hand and