"You said I am your man,"

Qie Xieling had lived his life as what Bo Ailun would call a monk. He was a devoid monk with rarely any sexual desire if any. Now he was unable to contain himself just dazzled by King Luo's chest. He felt an undeniable pull towards him. It was a magnetic force, one that he couldn't comprehend or control.

He suddenly had the urge to do a couple of things to the man's chest and x-rated things at that. As if in a dream, Qie Xieling kept staring, the touch and closeness sending shivers down his spine.

The unexpected rush of emotions overwhelmed him, leaving him bewildered and embarrassed. The tips of his ears were red. He took a step back while looking for somewhere to put his eyes before he did something unforgivable but when he raised his head he met King Luo's gaze. The two of them locked eyes and Qie Xieling was so ashamed of himself that he didn't understand when he turned into such a pervert.