"Is it like it? It really is."
"..." Ji Junxue looked at Jing Che with surprise and then shifted his gaze to Jing Che's wound.
He touched the scar once again,
his delicate hand lingering and caressing the cold skin back and forth.
With amazement and curiosity, he asked, "Jing Che, what happened to you? How did you get a gunshot wound, doesn't it hurt terribly?"
The touch from Ji Junxue felt like torture to Jing Che.
The surged passion that had just been suppressed erupted uncontrollably, like volcanic lava.
Jing Che's eyes reddened instantly, and he impulsively pushed Ji Junxue down.
Ji Junxue fell onto the bed, looking blankly at Jing Che, without understanding what had happened, followed by Jing Che lunging at him.
His strong arms supported beside Ji Junxue.
In Jing Che's sharp eyes, desire and anger swirled, fixedly gazing at Ji Junxue from top to bottom, wishing he could devour him alive at that moment.
Jing Che gritted his teeth, suppressing the surging flame.
