Qie Ranzhe bit his lower lip his gaze intense like a beast restraining itself. His baby loved playing rough in bed. He would do him a disservice if he didn't oblige him.
Wen Qinxi ran his fingers through his hair as he got off the desk his t-shirt that was riding halfway up his chest slipped down covering part of his wet inner thighs. He was dazzling and erotic like a fox demon luring him into a trap.
"Baby, you like provoking me. Don't beg me to stop later," he said his shirt buttons all unbuttoned by now. His pants still hung low on his V-line his always pristine hair with no strand out of place was now dishevelled making him even more enticing.
