Lianyungang x Ji Liao ②
Lian Yun frowned: "Do I need to take off my underwear too? I don't think I mentioned that before."
"It wasn't explicitly stated, but if you don't undress completely, I can't apply pressure precisely, and the massage won't be effective. Wouldn't that be a waste of your time?"
Lian Yun remained silent for a while before asking in a low voice, "Do I really have to take it off?"
“Yes.” Ji Liao was secretly pleased, but on the surface he remained serious. “Don’t worry, we are all professionals here. We guarantee your privacy and there won’t be any problems.”
He watched Lian Yun's reaction, and saw the other man push up his glasses, and finally slowly raise his hand to hook the edge of the fabric.
His gaze unconsciously followed the hand, yet a strange tension suddenly welled up inside him. Until the fabric completely slipped down, his eyes fell on a certain spot, and he stared wide-eyed.
...It turned out to be a white tiger, the kind you only see in movies.
Damn, that's good...
"Hello?" Lian Yun's voice rang out above him, and Ji Liao snapped back to his senses, quickly looking away.
"Okay, okay, lie down, I'll begin." Ji Liao coughed twice, quickly clearing his mind of those inexplicable thoughts. He was here for revenge, and he couldn't let this little incident disrupt his plans.
He was already planning how to make the other party suffer a little, but when he slowly reached out and touched Lian Yun's shoulder, he felt the person under his hand tremble violently as if burned.
"Hmm..."
Ji Liao was stunned. What the hell? He hadn't even exerted any effort yet, why was he panting like that!
"I'm sorry." Lian Yun's voice was indifferent, revealing no emotion, as if the gasp he had just made was not his at all.
His unusually calm demeanor made Ji Liao wonder if he was hallucinating. He frowned, stopped thinking about it, and moved his finger down to Lian Yun's prominent collarbone.
Just like before, it was only a light touch, and the next second, the panting started again. At the same time, Ji Liao was shocked to find that the skin he had touched was slowly turning a light red.
Ji Liao was completely dumbfounded. In his eighteen years of life, he had seen people who were ticklish or sensitive to pain, but he had never seen anyone so sensitive. To become red and panting at the slightest touch—this was simply outrageous!
He wondered and tried to move his hand away to see how Lian Yun would react.
But as soon as he moved his fingers, he was suddenly pressed down. Lian Yun pressed his palm firmly against his burning skin, his voice still indifferent: "Don't take it away, please continue."
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