MingYu's heartbeat drummed in tune with ZhiYi's, breathless as he waited for him to agree to his offer, lean in and shower him with affection. But ZhiYi stayed motionless as their eyes locked. Still, MingYu couldn't read the emotions swirling in the depths of those dark pools. He could feel ZhiYi's heartbeat against his, the loving way his hands had caressed his body.
Why was he holding back now that MingYu was the one to surrender?
"ZhiYi?"
He couldn't stop a little worry from slipping into his tone of voice. A slight tremor ran through him as his hand pulled back, unsure if he had been pushing himself on ZhiYi too much. He averted his eyes, unable to look into the dark wells that studied him in silence, judging him. His hand moved over his body as he tried to cover himself from ZhiYi, hide his shame away.
Had he made a fool of himself?
"MingYu, I-"
