Yu Nian felt a little embarrassed and indignant. After struggling for a moment, he braced his hands against Qin Yuheng's shoulders.
Feeling the clear resistance, Qin Yuheng finally stopped.
Hot breaths escaped Yu Nian's slightly parted lips. They were a little swollen from the kissing, glistening with lingering moisture and flushed a vivid red. The tiny mole on the bridge of his nose looked all the more alluring.
Yu Nian lowered his head in embarrassment. "Brother Yu, we can't..."
Qin Yuheng followed his gaze downward. His voice was hoarse, as though it had been scorched, nothing like it had been while they were kissing. "Sorry."
Yu Nian didn't dare look again. He rested his head on Qin Yuheng's shoulder, at a loss for what to do.
He was uncomfortable now, but he knew Qin Yuheng could only be feeling worse.
Qin Yuheng soothingly kissed his ear. Something else seemed to have seeped into his rich voice, his murmured words like an irresistible devil's temptation. "I won't go any further. Can I help you with my hand?"
Yu Nian's heart beat even faster. His thin skin felt ready to burn right through. Only after a long while did he let out a quiet sound through his nose. "Mm..."
Even in the last few days before heading home, Yu Nian kept diligently streaming. "Guys, your streamer is going home in a few days. I don't know if I'll be able to find a suitable internet café. The streaming equipment might be a little worse, and turning on the camera might be inconvenient, but I'll do my best."
The chat was full of understanding.
[It's almost New Year! Nian Bao, enjoy your New Year's Eve dinner with your family!]
Seeing that message, Yu Nian smiled faintly. "Okay. Happy New Year to all