The Mildest [M]

W–What did he just hear? He Juan… he…

Mu Yuze gaped at him blankly, not expecting to hear such words coming out of He Juan's mouth especially at a time like this.

"Ah," a look of realization crossed He Juan's features. It also dawned on him that proposing at this moment, when every inch of their skin was tainted with various liquids and naked bodies connected with each other, might not be the most appropriate. Biting his lower lip, he turned his head away, "Forget it, I—" will redo it at another time. 

The latter half of his sentence had not been uttered when Mu Yuze interrupted him with a look of sheer panic,

"N–No! You've said the words yourself. Not allowed to take them back!" He seized He Juan's arm, so anxious that he was on the brink of tears. Entirely on reflex, his muscles tensed and his tight walls clamped down on He Juan's cock, causing the latter to suck in a sharp breath.