Eming’s eye instantly widened, like it was looking at him with great anticipation. I can’t pet here, poking the eye will hurt, Xie Lian thought, then lowered his hand and stroked lightly along the curve of the hilt. The eye squinted into a full crescent line and quivered even harder, as if it was extremely pleased and enjoying the touch very much.
There is no way to write this scene without the aggressive sexual undertone
