Dominic's body, unwashed for a long time, was sticky with sweat, dust, and blood.
His natural male scent was stronger than usual.
Even though it was the same scent as Shiao Yi's—because they were both men—its intensity made Shiao Yi's head spin.
Just how much did Shiao Yi love Dominic?
Any smell from Dominic acted like a powerful aphrodisiac on him.
Thinking back, the old Shiao Yi could never have imagined this.
He gently pressed his body against Dominic's lying form, letting himself rest there.
Dominic's warmth made him feel relieved.
Slowly, he moved upward, kissing Dominic's forehead, his eyelids, and his cheeks. Then he pressed his lips to Dominic's lips.
—Ah, Dominic. I love you. Can you feel it? Do you understand my kisses?
Shiao Yi felt as if Dominic's glassy eyes had moved. Encouraged, he let his kisses fall along Dominic's neck. He kissed the collarbones, and then the chest.
