King Luo glanced at Qie Xieling through the mirror seeing him tied to the bed. He had an evil glint in his eyes lying on his side while shaking the cuffs hanging loosely on his wrist.
King Luo looked away while replying, "No... you are more useful lying there."
Qie Xieling, "..."
He grunted exhaustedly while lying back down. After less than half a minute Qie Xieling looked up again and said accusingly. "You didn't fix my clothes too. I look like I have been through a hurricane."
King Luo didn't reply that's because his mind was straying back to the moment he slipped his fingers underneath Qie Xieling's clothes. The warmth of his skin still lingered underneath his fingertips. King Luo subconsciously rubbed his fingertips the obsession in his eyes intensifying.
