[Míngjué’s hands slowly move down to his lower back, pressing at the toughest spots that clearly must pain him daily.]
Is this too much?
Is this too much?
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Da-ge, kindly, stop asking. I will let you know if it's too much.
[There’s no real heat to his words, only mild sarcasm.
[He touches the curve of his waist.]
[Too bad, the traitorous tips of his ears turn red, and his body reluctantly shuddered, skin raising into tiny goosebumps.]
[He works on massaging his hips and waist, lingering and smoothing his callused fingertips across his skin.]
[He has to urge to kiss his back.]