Don't go to work (you'll get wrinkles)
Xi Zirui gasps into the kiss when Han Yu's arms come around his waist, gripping onto his hipbone with propriety.
Clinging to Han Yu's back, Xi Zirui brings both arms around his neck, hanging on to the hawthorn skewer between his fingers. Trying to remain focused enough not to let it drop to the floor or stick to Han Yu's clothes.
Han Yu tries to say something against Xi Zirui's lips, but Xi Zirui doesn't let go of him, chasing after his plush lips with ravenous hunger.
The fingers on his hipbone clench under the hem of his sweater and Xi Zirui's abdominal muscles jump at the contact.
"Ge, gege..." Han Yu's voice finally breaks through the fog of lust clouding Xi Zirui's senses. "People are staring at us."
Xi Zirui chances a sideways from the corner of his eye, and indeed, a small crowd of onlookers has gathered around them.
A young guy is filming them. "Is this for a new drama? Are you guys actors?"