Before he could even take a step, his wrist was yanked by a force that wouldn't let him pull away.
Jian Luo's head spun, and his body lost balance and toppled backward.
His back slammed onto a soft bed. It wasn't painful, but it left his head spinning a bit.
He rubbed his head, and as he lifted his eyes, the man's handsome face filled his vision.
It was then that Jian Luo realized just how suggestive their positions were.
Spotting the door was still open, he freaked out and, pushing the man away with both hands, said, "What are you doing? Get up now."
If Grandpa and the others came in, he'd be screwed.
Black Jack placed his hands on each side of him, looking at his panicked expression which he found amusing. "Why are you in such a hurry? I'm not going to eat you."
"You're too heavy, get off me now," Jian Luo indignantly said.
"I'm not on top of you," Black Jack replied.
His hands were supporting him on the bed, not touching him at all. What an effortless liar.
