It was more like he had become too aware of it.
"But I'm not sharing."
"Huh? What do you mean?"
"It's nothing."
Joa tightened his arms around Qiong Xing.
There was no way he was going to give him to anyone else.
Joa lowered his head in embarrassment and Qiong Xing just laughed at as they headed toward the room.
But the moment they arrived, just as he tried to go to the bath, his body was pushed down onto the bed.
"Joa!"
"You bathed yesterday. Today, just stay like this. I'll let you bathe after we're done, so don't worry."
"No, that's not—wait, just a second! I want to bathe now—mm… ngh…"
His noisy protests were silenced with a kiss and the clothes that had come loose during his struggling were tossed beside the bed.
When Joa's hand slowly reached down, Qiong Xing's body trembled and it was gently stroked.
"…Are you scared?"
