But the darkness made him clumsy, and with Xie Lian’s long locks tied cleanly behind his back, his first contact wasn’t with the man’s hair. Instead, his fingers met the skin of Xie Lian’s chest—skin that was soft and supple with a light mist of sweat. Xie Lian was already in torment from that touch when the boy accidentally brushed against something sensitive. It was like a bolt of lightning jolted through his chest. Pleasure spread throughout his whole body, forcing a soft moan from him.
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH BITCH
