Shen Yi felt like he would spit blood; if shamelessness was truly a gift, then Jiang Qi had been born with a talent that could not be matched, and right now, he was flaunting it without the slightest bit of remorse.
With a voice weighed down by irritation, Shen Yi said to him "Let go."
Yet, Jiang Qi only tightened his grip around Shen Yi's hand, keeping it firmly pressed against the hard length between them, and with a tone far too casual for the situation, he said, "If you agree to help me, I will let go."
Shen Yi gritted his teeth, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed dangerously, and he asked through the tension in his voice, "Jiang Qi, aren't ashamed of yourself? Or, do you even have any shame left?"
Jiang Qi only chuckled lowly, leaning forward to bite his shoulder lightly before replying, "If I had any, I might as well become celibate… so, will you help me?"
