Walking to Roman's side, Ken gave a flirtatious smile and probed boldly, "Handsome, want a bite?" His tone was frivolous and sensual.
With that familiar tone, Roman suddenly thought of the message he received last night, and it became clear.
So it turned out to be this idiot.
He didn't even bother to turn his head. "Get lost. As far as you can."
Not expecting the other boy to not even give him a chance, Ken was stunned, but he didn't give up either. Maybe he wasn't being charming enough, so Roman was not moved.
He removed his cumbersome coat, which revealed the tight knitted sweater that made his waist appear thinner and sexier.
He propped himself on Roman's shoulder and enticed in a low voice, "Anyway, your little boyfriend is out. He won't know." Then blew a warm breath into his ear.
"Shut the hell up!" Roman had never understood the word "tolerance" he pressed on the shoulder of the man in front of him and lifted his leg to knee him ruthlessly.
