Lips almost touching, neither moved hastily. It was as if neither wanted to break the rare warmth and quiet. Perhaps passion could intensify feelings between two people, but sometimes, warmth had a way of forming a solid emotional bond.
Gently pulling away, Qin Zhan turned the young man around, bent over, and pressed his forehead against the boy's, "When do you leave?"
Bi Xia took out his phone to check, then put it back. "At four o'clock. There's still an hour, but I need to change clothes..."
The big hand on his waist tightened slightly. Qin Zhan snorted coldly, "You only have one hour and you want to go home to change? I refuse to waste precious time on the road."
The words stuck in his throat. Bi Xia looked into those slightly aggrieved phoenix eyes, feeling amused but sweet at the same time. "Qin Zhan, you really have me wrapped around your finger, don't you!"
Qin Zhan smiled and kissed Bi Xia's lips. "No problem, you've already got me wrapped around yours."
