"What are you thinking about?" Khang rested his head on my shoulder, his soft hair rubbing against my neck, making it itchy.
I shook my head, really not knowing how to say it.
Khang pinched my earlobe, sat opposite me, and said with a laugh: "You're just overthinking."
His fingertips occasionally stroked the back of my hand. The itchiness on the back of my hand reminded me of the feeling of Banh Nep's tail brushing against my hand, both itchy and tingly.
"Why aren't you looking at your chicks anymore?" I gripped his fingers tightly in my palm.
Khang blinked his big, innocent eyes at me, saying: "I just feel like I've been spending too little time with my boyfriend lately, so I feel a bit guilty."
Khang moved closer to me; a moist sensation touched and left immediately.
I froze, dazedly touching my lips. Khang beamed: "What's wrong? Stunned? Our Phuong is really innocent..."
