Yi Chen felt the fire spread down to his lower half that was tightly strangled in his pants. He gripped the waistband of Zi Han's casual shorts and said, "I want you to read all of the messages I sent to you. I want you to read them out loud."
Zi Han, "..."
"Okay. I wi-," he said but his shorts were suddenly torn apart until they resembled rags.
Zi Han grasped both of Yi Chen's shoulders a little startled but deep down he felt a deep attraction towards Yi Chen, the kind of attraction carved deep in his bones.
Yi Chen sucked on Zi Han's lips expressing his dissatisfaction about what he had gone through for the past two days. He flung away the tattered shorts and proceeded to tear at Zi Han's underwear.