"So what now?" Sebastian Yansford smiled coldly, "Do you still need to pee?"
He's just so troublesome.
If he's not going to the bar to drink with cute guys, he's looking for gals to play games with. Even when it comes to peeing, he makes people wait.
"Yes, hold on for me." Barrett Scott explained before heading to the restroom, "Well, you see, I caught it from the Admiral."
"..." Hmm. Sebastian thought: If you were straight, could anyone bend you?
Clearly, clearly Alexander Kingsley is better than that.
Barrett Scott is just like a monk who's been let out of an 800-year-old monastery, circling around any handsome man he sees!!
However, speaking of which, his mind suddenly filled with Eva Nightingale.
Two years have passed, and he hasn't stopped thinking about her even for a moment, but she's still young and doesn't understand his feelings.
This time coming back hurts more than leaving, a strange pain in the heart.
It hurt way more than it did when he left two years ago.
