He pulled him into his embrace and sat him on his lap, making it easier for him to take the lead.
The tone was nonchalant and indifferent: "If it were you, I couldn't bear to kill you. Although I resist, I can only choose to indulge you."
Ling Yin's words, whether true or not, didn't concern Hua Hua, who snorted coldly and comfortably let himself be held, resting his head on Ling Yin's shoulder, enjoying his caresses absent-mindedly.
He even closed his eyes in comfort.
Ling Yin held him while the movie continued playing. In the well-soundproofed theater, apart from the movie's sound, their panting breaths could be heard.
"Does what you said last time still count?" Hua Hua asked lazily, half-asleep, with his eyes drooping.
"Hmm?"
Hua Hua, dissatisfied, seemed about to explode: "The thing you said last time!"
"What did I say?"
