My Costar feeds me well [+18]
tw: sexual content
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Yao Shen's mind is too foggy to make sense of Xin Hulei's words at first.
"Ah, do you want to see it now?" Yao Shen asks, lowering his head in silent supplication. "We can just see where, uh, the mood takes us..."
He hopes Xin Hulei will drop the issue, but he feels one hand tightening on his hipbone, and then a light bite to the exposed verterba of his neck. "Show me now."
Yao Shen shivers when the line of heat of Xin Hulei's body disappears from his back, stepping out of the kitchen.
"I don't have my phone," Yao Shen says, patting down his body to illustrate its absence.
He hopes that will make Xin Hulei drop the issue, but moments later he disappears into a flurry of flames, only to reaper seconds later with Yao Shen's phone in hand.
"Here," he says, handing it over to Yao Shen, who unlocks it with his fingerprint like a man registering his digitals at a police station.