His hands were full of bubbles, and the steamy heat made his face blush peach-red, incredibly tempting and delicious. His hair was slightly damp, sexily clinging to his scalp. Ling Yin tried hard to suppress his normal physiological response, but ultimately failed, only managing a candid, bitter smile: "Hua Hua, I'm a normal man."
"Hmph!" Hua Hua snorted sarcastically, and in a fit of temper, shoved the showerhead into his hand. "Get lost, wash yourself, I'm not serving you anymore!"
He walked to the sink to wash the bubbles off his hands, feeling very annoyed. He had been kind enough to help him shower, yet he dared to fantasize about him, which made him feel terribly uncomfortable. Suddenly, he thought of his brother. When he fantasized about his brother, did his brother ever have the urge to punch him?
Ling Yin looked at Hua Hua's back, perfect curves, a firm round butt, a slender waist, long legs, with a faint scent of perfume on his body.
