Qie Xieling grabbed Luo Muchen's arm tightly while gasping for air. "Muchen... haa... not here ah," he whispered and Luo Muchen who had had a taste wasn't willing to let go. In that moment he realised how he had lost himself. His self-control vanished like it never existed. He pulled away and Qie Xieling straightened his clothes and fixed his hair.
Qie Xieling was breathing heavily, his eyes clouded and his cheeks were flushed. Luo Muchen had to look away. The sight in front of him was too seductive. Luo Muchen scanned his communicator and the elevator that had stopped moving started moving again. He pulled down his jacket but it was useless. The bulge on his crotch was obvious.
He cleared his throat trying to create some distance between them. He could still back down. He could still turn to Qie Xieling and tell him that he didn't want to do this anymore. After all, it wasn't too late.
