Fourth World: Matching Set Of Lip Hickeys

Qie Ranzhe might be a grown man but right now he was acting like a spoilt brat in Wen Qinxi's lap. He had finally confessed his feelings which took him a long time to realise but Su Xin didn't respond. He was fairly certain Su Xin felt the same way but the man didn't answer him making him feel nervous.

An awkward silence filled the room with the occasional chirping of the cicadas in the distance. Qie Ranzhe was starting to panic as he burrowed his head deep into Su Xin's abdomen. Just when he was about to say something, Su Xin finally spoke but it was against his expectation. He was being scolded instead.

"Qie Ranzhe! Are you going to let me go or not?" asked Wen Qinxi after concealing the beatific expression on his face replacing it with a stern look.