Shen Nianzu had not expected that Jin Jiuchi would be so sensitive that just a mere poke on his back dimples would result in him being pinned to the bed again.
When they got out of bed, it was already nine in the morning. Despite Jin Jiuchi giving him the best puppy dog eyes, he was still not mentally prepared to take a bath together, so he could only kick Jin Jiuchi to his own room and take a much-needed shower, sluicing away the clammy residue of sweat and spend that had clung to his skin.
As the water cascaded down his body, Shen Nianzu clenched his jaw and made a vow to himself. Tomorrow. I will start to reject Jin Jiuchi's advances tomorrow!
