Dorian Yu bit his lip, his sharp white teeth grinding his lips red. His breathing gradually accelerated. He moved his fingers, and his soft fingertips slid around Sterling Qin's chin.
He once had a cat, and this was how he petted the cat. The kitten always turned into a ball of water and rolled over comfortably on his lap.
It's a pity that Sterling Qin didn't lose his composure like that, but his cheeks were slightly red and his breathing became heavier.
Dorian Yu's shoulders were shaking when he smiled, and his voice was trembling, so soft that it could kill people: "Mr. Qin, do you know what it feels like now?"
Sterling Qin stood up rationally and restrainedly, with his eyelashes half-draped to cover his overly strong emotions, and said, "I understand."
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