Zhao Yunlan slipped a hand under Shen Wei’s shirt, sending shivers through the entire length of his body. Shen Wei seized Zhao Yunlan’s wrist, holding his hand in place. Zhao Yunlan lowered his head further and nibbled at Shen Wei’s collarbones. His tone was downright oily as he said, “Mmm, it just takes one touch to get you hard? You miss me that much?”
