"Sir Xavier, you can't keep clutching my waist. I’ve got to go to work, you know.” Michael sighed and rested his palm on his forehead. He exhaled heavily, thinking that Xavier could be really clingy.
Currently, Xavier's hands were wrapped around Michael's waist so tightly that it was as if he'd never let go.
Despite Michael’s attempts to unwrap himself from Xavier's clinginess due to work, he kept failing woefully!
The overbearing president, Xavier, currently had an aggrieved expression on his face and pressed his lips together. He placed his head on Michael’s shoulder and complained in grievance, "It's your fault, baby! You haven't fed me since the last time.”
A trail of chills coursed down Michael’s spine. Daring to feed Xavier was like signing a contract to get bound to the bed for a lifetime; how could he when he had work to attend to?
