Xing Yu quickly helped Jian adjust his clothes before calling the others back inside. Even though Jian was now perfectly dressed, his face was still as red as a tomato, and he seemed incapable of looking anyone directly in the eye.
Li Wang couldn't resist.
He gave a low whistle as he walked over. "You really do resemble a strawberry right now." He gestured toward Jian's neck with an amused grin.
Jian immediately rubbed the slightly sore spots, his blush deepening. "Shut it."
Before Li Wang could tease him any further, Jian hurried away and went to stand beside his lover.
Li Wang was left all alone again.
He frowned slightly as his eyes lingered on the couple standing together, watching as the spaceship prepared for takeoff. Xing Yu had one arm around Jian, keeping him close, while Jian leaned comfortably against him as though nothing in the world could possibly be more reassuring than having that man beside him.
Li Wang sighed.
