"Yes, that's it, lift up your clothes yourself."
Victor pressed Adrian to his side like he was coaxing a child, then dipped his hands in medicinal wine, heated his palms and slowly drew circles on the other person's abdomen.
"How do you feel now? Are you feeling better?"
Adrian didn't say a word. From the angle of his lowered eyes, he could just see Victor's snow-white neck and the fine hairs on it. He took a deep breath, and his heart felt like it was on a low-effort roller skating set. In a few seconds, it was over. It was lifted tremblingly to the throat.
Victor didn't hear the answer. He thought it was because he wasn't strong enough. He gritted his teeth and tried harder to push the blood away. Then he heard a muffled groan coming from the direction above his head.
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