"But-" His mouth was captured and he moaned into the kiss as hands massaged his ass. When they pulled apart, Ying Yue was dizzy with wet lips.
"Do you feel better, my love?"
"Huh?" He sounded dazed and wanting those deadly lips on his once more.
"Do you prefer Sir Painter or Sir Ghost to cure you instead?"
"You…" Ying Yue shook himself out of the haze of arousal and frowned, "I… their both you Wang Li. I… I knew there was something about both of them that I… they reminded me of you."
"Anyone who remind you of me, you will have feelings for?"
"Wang Li," he sighed, "It wasn't that I had feelings in that way for them because they remind me of you. I felt the need to… care for them. Sir Ghost… he only spoke by writing against me and he seemed so sad. Sir Painter… there was an aura around him that made me… made me want to know more about him."
