Ling Yin didn't have time to savor this shock of being favored before he felt a soft hand tugging forcefully at his collar.
Hua Hua impatiently tugged off Ling Yin's tie, but because he was in such a hurry, it was difficult to succeed, almost choking Ling Yin.
Hua Hua pulled back his odd, nimble tongue, lowered his head, and with deft hands, undid the tie that had been pressing so hard against Ling Yin's flushed cheeks. The tie was thrown to the floor, and then he pulled forcefully, causing the buttons of Ling Yin's shirt collar to pop off and fall to the ground one by one.
Ling Yin's mood could no longer be described as merely shock at being favored; he was so thrilled and excited he couldn't speak.
The next second, Hua Hua's kiss came pressing again; one hand caressed Ling Yin's chest muscles while the other inserted into Ling Yin's hair, pulling hard. The rough actions, the fierce pecking, the endless desire played out in the brightly lit living room without any warning.
