"Because it's the truth." Xinyuan chuckled softly before laying Wenzhi flat against the mattress, hovering over him as he slowly pulled his fingers out.
"Oh..." Wenzhi shuddered, his hands clutching tightly at Xinyuan's arms.
The moment Xinyuan's bare heat hit him, the bone-deep cold completely vanished, just as it had back in Xinyuan's mindscape.
For the first time in days, Wenzhi felt like he could actually breathe.
He was dizzy, aching, and completely hard as Xinyuan peppered his body with relentless, worshipful kisses, pressing his lips to his forehead, cheeks, ears, neck, and collarbones, controlling Wenzhi's body effortlessly.
"Yes..." Wenzhi let out a low, deep groan when Xinyuan's large hand wrapped around his cock, giving it a painfully slow stroke.
As Wenzhi tried to push himself up, Xinyuan firmly pinned a hand flat against his stomach, holding him down.
