"You also said you've slept with a hundred women," Ling Yin raged internally!
But the mist in Hua Hua's eyes made his anger disappear instantly. How could he bear to force him? He sighed, cursing himself for being so clouded by jealousy, and gently caressed Hua Hua's stiff, trembling back: "I'm not forcing you. I'm just teasing!"
Finally, he kissed Hua Hua's deeply red lips, holding him, whispering softly in his ear.
"No service charge!"
In a world of two, there's always one causing mischief, the other laughing; one arguing, the other soothing.
Hua Hua eyed him warily, but was carried back inside the house and pressed onto the bed, then again taken into his arms. Hua Hua thought of taking this chance to slap him dead, then stab him to send him to the afterlife. Yet the man seemed true to his word, not making any further moves, and gradually served him until he was comfortable.
After getting comfortable, Hua Hua's vigilance somewhat eased.
