As the white fluff scattered across the room, Luo Muchen had had enough. He seized the opportunity and swiftly moved, pinning Qie Xieling's arms above his head. Looking down at Qie Xieling his voice cut through the chaos.
"Are you done?" he asked angered by the disaster around him. He couldn't stand how filthy the room looked.
His gaze suddenly shifted downwards and he was met with Qie Xieling's dishevelled clothes. They were both men and he shouldn't care about it but his eyes lingered on the smooth skin with patches of redness from the scuffle just now.
For some reason, he was drawn to it. Qie Xieling's masculine chest was rising and falling beneath him and he suddenly had the urge to run his fingers down and take a look underneath the fabric.
