The two hugged for a while. The temperature at home was higher than outside. Marcus Tong didn't have time to take off his coat. Sebastian Zhuo was still on top of him. Adding to the interference of pheromones, he couldn't stand the heat after a while. He felt his face burning and his ears flushed. He pushed Sebastian Zhuo like he was begging for mercy: "Go up."
Sebastian Zhuo found Marcus Tong's hand, intertwined his fingers with his, and hummed twice in agreement and disagreement. It sounded like he was actually acting coquettishly, but he just lay on Marcus Tong and refused to move.
A typical example of someone who is under a lot of pressure but still thinks he is a little cutie.
Marcus Tong had no choice but to go along with him. Since she couldn't move her hands, she rubbed her face against him with great effort. She felt a little cool on Sebastian Zhuo's nose and whispered to him kindly: "Brother, let's go upstairs. Don't stay here. You're not wearing any clothes. You'll be cold later."
"So are you going to say I was pretending to be drunk?"
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