Wang Jin usually had sex with men, and each time they had more skin contact than now, but never before had he felt so excited, especially when he was doing it under the eyes of Xi Ge'er. It was as if they were having an affair, and it brought a different kind of excitement...
Wang Jin's face turned red, and the heat was transmitted to his palms and to the man, making the man so hot that fine sweat broke out.
"What's wrong with you?" Perhaps noticing Wang Jinhong's red face, Brother Xi finally realized that something was wrong and asked.
When Wang Jin heard the sound, he suddenly came to his senses as if he was suddenly shocked, and quickly pulled his hand out of the man's hand.
The man's expression, which had just relaxed, turned cold again. He flexed his knuckles and stuffed all five fingers into his palms, but he was unable to dispel the feeling of emptiness the moment the young man's hand left his palm.
After Wang Jin pulled his hand out, the hot sweat quickly cooled down. The breeze and the air pressure from the man next to him made Wang Jin shiver. His fingertips moved slightly, and he missed the warmth of the man's palm.
He regretted that he had withdrawn his hand too quickly. Actually, it was unnecessary.
The two of them were doing something under the table, and Xi Ge'er couldn't see it... Even if he really saw it, they are a couple, so what's wrong with holding hands? !
Thinking of this, Wang Jin looked at Brother Xi beside him... His eyes were filled with resentment that he himself had not even noticed...
He replied unhappily, "I'm fine."
The voice was hoarse... not as soft as before, but with a hint of pity.
"..." When Xi Ge'er was not obsessed with pharmacology, he was actually very perceptive. At this moment, he clearly felt Wang Jin's unhappiness.
He thought the man was unwell, so he stood up and reached out to touch Wang Jin's forehead: "Let me see if you have a fever."
Wang Jingang was about to turn his head to dodge, but he was pulled to the side by an external force beside him, his body was embraced by someone, and his hands were held again.
Wang Jin paused slightly, then relaxed and collapsed on Yuan Heng's body.
"Brother Xi, Ajin is tired today and needs to rest. Please come back another day." The man said bluntly and drove the man away.
Upon hearing this, Wang Jin quickly agreed: "Yes, yes, I'm tired. Listen, my voice is hoarse."
Xige blinked, he realized that both of them seemed unhappy.
His eyes scanned back and forth between the two of them, and finally stopped at their clasped hands.
The orc's broad hands were huge... He held my brother's fair and delicate hand, as if he was wrapping it in his palm...
But they were holding hands, and the tips of the orc's fingers could be seen between the orc's fingers...
The fingertips were round and small, and I didn't know if the heat from the guy's body was transferred to the fingertips, but there was a little pink there, making it look like they were stained with pink rouge... with an indescribable charm.
Xi Ge'er was stunned for a moment, and then seemed to have thought of something, his cheeks quickly turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye...
He seemed to know why these two were unhappy.
He hurriedly picked up everything on the table, put it in his arms, and said goodbye in a panic: "I... I... I'll come to see... Brother Jin another day, sorry... sorry to bother you."