"What does doing it improperly look like?"
Pei Song'an abruptly pulled him back. Looking into Li Shu's utterly unguarded eyes, he pressed his finger hard against those rosy lips and earnestly asked for guidance.
The sounds of breathing and swallowing were thick and wet, his neat white teeth enveloped in the warmth of the soft flesh inside his lower lip.
Pei Song'an's thumb rubbed his lips without restraint. The soft flesh was forced into the gaps between his fingers, its damp heat seeping into his fingerprint as though it would fill in every ridge of skin.
Li Shu's defenses crumbled at once, and he slurred, "What do you mean, what does it look like? What are you doing?"
Didn't Douyin say adults didn't keep pressing each other for answers?
If you've got that much time, go haul manure in the village.
The air was very quiet. Zhaocai had eaten some canned food and was taking a nap. Li Shu and Pei Song'an traded words, the ripples around their calves slowly spreading with their movements, as though even their heartbeats had overlapped at some point.
"You say your piece and then play dead. Only little kids knowingly do something wrong and then look up all innocent and ask what happened."
"Li Shu, you're always like this."
A layer of warm skin rested against Li Shu's teeth. He was already too flustered to think, and he dared not open his mouth to speak, afraid Pei Song'an would start counting his teeth the next second.
But he couldn't worry about that now.
"You're the one who's always saying things that make me want to die of embarrassment." Li Shu turned his head, trying to rub Pei Song'an's hand away. "Stop making me sound so impressive. My brother's right, actually. I'm a complete idiot.