Yao Shen melts against Xin Hulei, offering no resistance. Instead, he loops his arms around Xin Hulei's neck, and wraps one leg about his waist, bringing their bodies closer.
Xin Hulei's hands rove over his body, lifting up his shirt to get at skin.
The touch of his cool hands on Yao Shen's heated chest makes his head swim.
His shirt is almost halfway off him by the time Yao Shen's mind returns online.
Filled with regret, he stills Xin Hulei's hands before they can lift the thin shirt all the way off. "This is not a good idea."
He still doesn't know the truth of what happened when he was a ghost king. It would be incredibly cruel to let things progress under false assumptions.
It doesn't take a genius to know Xin Hulei would never touch him so intimately if he knew Yao Shen was the same person from his wretched memories.
