"When I want to K!ss you." Emerson Guo said word by word, his beast-like eyes staring closely at Dorian Yu, with disbelief and a little hatred in them.
His feelings for Dorian Yu were always complicated, with love, hatred, and superficial desire all combined together, and he didn't know when one of them would gain the upper hand.
Dorian Yu slapped away the scarred hand. His emotions were always well hidden in him. He was like the coldest executioner. He would not loosen his mind even in the face of the death row prisoner's pleading: "Emerson Guo" , have I been too gentle to you recently, making you feel that you can order me at will? "
Those peach blossom eyes were so cold that the fine snow outside the window might not be as cold as them.
Emerson Guo breathed heavily and took hold of the white and tender hand wrapped in a thin layer of skin again. Dorian Yu's fingers were slightly cold, and he took the hand and placed it on his abdominal muscles.
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