"I thought you forgot," Shen Jingwei remarked.
Yan Renzhong pushed the bouquet of red roses into his boyfriend's arms and gave him a peck on the lips.
"How can I? I have been waiting for years to celebrate your birthday together."
Shen Jingwei blinked at Yan Renzhong several times. He still couldn't believe his eyes. Did he fall asleep while watching the television, or what?
"But what about the shooting...?"
"I finished."
Yan Renzhong took off his coat and tossed it against the couch.
"You did? But you said... Mmmph..."
Before he completed his sentence, he was already pinned against the couch, his lips sealed by a ravenous kiss.
"Mmm..."
Shen Jingwei hooked his arms behind Yan Renzhong's neck, begging him to deepen the kiss.
It felt so good to kiss him again.
And to feel his strong arms winding around his own body.
Shen Jingwei was loath to let his lover slip away from his embrace.
