He knew Ji Huaijin was clean, pure and unblemished, and had been dragged into this deranged "love triangle" through no fault of his own.
Cheng Yue turned sideways to look at him with a smile, an affection he could not quite name welling up inside him.
Ji Huaijin was tall and kept himself disciplined. His seemingly understated shirt and dress pants looked especially good on him, and every movement exuded elegance.
As Cheng Yue listened halfheartedly to Lin Shuyang, he pretended to toy with Ji Huaijin's thigh casually.
Ji Huaijin leaned back, resting the arm beside Cheng Yue along the back of the sofa. He bent one leg, pressing his knee against Cheng Yue's, and lowered his eyes with a faint curve of his lips, letting that hand linger between his legs.
The muscles beneath Cheng Yue's palm gradually tightened. Sensing something, he instinctively tried to pull away, only to have his wrist seized.
Ji Huaijin's hand was considerably hotter than his. For some reason, Cheng Yue did not dare turn around, and the skin behind his ears grew hotter and hotter.
Lin Shuyang was still performing his one-man comedy routine, with Xi Ming occasionally chiming in, sending everyone into fits of laughter.
Yet amid all that lively merriment, someone seemed intent on holding Cheng Yue over a fire, roasting him on both sides until he was thoroughly cooked.
Ji Huaijin edged closer without drawing attention and breathed out softly. His keen gaze caught the slight shudder that ran through Cheng Yue, and a satisfied smile appeared in his shadowed eyes.
"Baby, light me a cigarette."
(To be perfectly honest, the author let out a series of sinister hehehe laughs while writing this part. Very sleazy indeed!)
Truthfully, Cheng Yue's first reaction was relief. With his body stiff, he felt