Hayden lazily leaned back on the passenger seat with doe eyes and slightly swollen lips.
He and Zenos are currently in a matching set of white t-shirts and black jeans and trousers. Hayden has a black hat on, while Zenos has a black cap on.
Hayden propped his head, his green eyes shining with excitement. The more he stared at Zenos, the more satisfied he was, and the more his illusionary tail hung high.
Such an exquisite, impeccably handsome man was all his alone. Even when Hayden was drunk, he knew how to choose the best.
Hayden's drunken picking was so outstanding that it'll put other people's sober picking to shame.
Hayden puckered his lips together and kept staring at Zenos' face. The more he stared, the more he missed Zenos.
Sigh! Those months without Zenos were so dull.
Zenos' brows casually arched upon seeing Hayden's shining eyes while staring at Zenos intensely.
