In Fang Chuning's sparse memories, he had never encountered anyone with such intimate touch. The beauties at Lu Liu Villa were indeed as lovely as flowers, knowledgeable and considerate, but Fang Chuning regarded them merely as lively and amusing girls. He liked them but also maintained his distance, being not the kind of dandy who flirted everywhere. That sensation was strange, with the person holding him so comfortably, as if familiar with such actions, the scorching breath seeping through a thin layer of clothing, burning his skin eagerly. Fang Chuning suddenly felt an illusion of dizziness; this was too intimate.
"Xie Tingfeng, let go of me!"
After all, this person liked men and took him as a stand-in? How could this be proper? He was very traditional and would never accept such intimacy.
