Nian sat down on the wooden chair with a complicated look. He watched as Jin Jiuchi showed a look of utter satisfaction, then went to join Tang Ye and Xinxin to sweep the floor. Thanks to his rolled-up sleeves, Nian could see the way his biceps and back muscles flexed charmingly when he moved, the way droplets of sweat trailed down his cheeks before rolling down his sharp jaws to leave a glistening trail behind, the way he lifted his shirt to wipe it away and as a result, showed a glimpse of perfectly sculptured abs akin to a delectable piece of chocolate… and his hands, those large veiny hands that held onto the broom like it was a fragile neck…
When the Wild Beast is Trapped in the Nightmare Cycle (BL)
LGBT+ · delanasiwarka
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