Chi Cheng's provocative suggestion was irresistibly tempting, however, Han Xuelian berated himself for even thinking of submitting. There was a feline glint of seduction in Chi Cheng's eyes, but the Grandmaster didn't like the underlayer of crimson in them.
"As tempting as that sounds, sweetheart," grabbing Chi Cheng's wrist and wrapping an arm around the younger male's waist, Han Xuelian said. "If I'm going to let you enjoy any part of me, I'd prefer you to do it when you're sober."
"But you're hard." Pouting sullenly with his eyes closed, Chi Cheng jabbed a finger in the direction of the Grandmaster's bulge beneath him. "Don't you know holding it in can cause impurities in one's meridians?"
"Is that so?" The Grandmaster pressed his lips together, restraining himself from laughing at Chi Cheng's cute reactions. His eyes welled with tears from how much he tried to contain his laughter. "I've never heard about suppressed ejaculation causing impurities before."
