"Is that all you ever think about?" whispered Qie Xieling with a hint of laughter in his voice and the fingers on his waist tightened slightly.
Luo Muchen rested his forehead on Qie Xieling's shoulder before murmuring, "I can't help it. I just want to hold you, touch you, kiss you and... please you all the time." He truly appeared helpless like he was struggling to restrain his clingy and possessive tendencies. He had restrained himself for years and now that he had the man in his clutches he couldn't help it.
Qie Xieling stroked his hair and kissed the top of his head with a doting look in his eyes. How could he not understand his feelings? He had one family member who was like that and growing up he often would see his father clinging to his dad like he was afraid he would disappear the next moment.