Si Chen stood rooted to the spot, stunned.
"Wow." Wang Yilin's flat voice sounded beside him.
"Skipping thirty years of detours-doesn't that mean it's time to collect scrap?" Wen Nuannuan covered her mouth, stifling a laugh.
Si Chen's expression shifted several times before he finally strode into the next cubicle, his face full of anger.
Inside Shen Ting's changing cubicle, Shen Ting jumped down from Yan Yi.
"Thanks, bro. Go on out. I'll be right there." Shen Ting happily reached out and patted Yan Yi's shoulder.
Yan Yi stood behind Shen Ting without leaving. Instead, he turned and hooked an arm around Shen Ting's waist.
With his back against the full-length mirror, Shen Ting stared blankly at Yan Yi in front of him.
Wait, this position, this setting, this atmosphere... Thinking of what had happened over the past few days, Shen Ting couldn't help wondering, Could this guy finally be unable to hold back? He really does want my body! Although I really want his body too, should I put up a struggle or just openly enjoy it? What a sweet dilemma.
Yan Yi rested his head against Shen Ting's neck and took a deep breath. He had to admit that what had just happened at the entrance had gotten to him a little. If this were only about the feelings between him and Shen Ting, he wouldn't have minded taking it slowly and gradually winning him over. But now that another person was involved, he had to make the first move.
As the saying went, the quick got it and the slow got nothing. Sometimes, feelings worked the same way. If you kept dragging your feet, afraid to make your feelings clear, you might drag things out until even the chance you'd originally had was gone.
Having thought it