Chapitre 150: 147: Breakfast; let's go somewhere when you are free

The feather-light touch of the musician's hands tracing the tattoo on Lin FenXiang's shoulder and arm caused his skin to break out in a layer of goosebumps, the tiny hair standing on end as Yan Hansheng's fingers moved slowly.

The painter's mouth fell open as he sucked in a deep breath, startled. Without a warning, his eyes started throbbing prompting the Marquess of Wales to snap his eyes shut as his hand shot out to grab Yan Hansheng's, pressing down on it as he did so.

“Sweetheart,” Lin FenXiang whispered, his voice trembling slightly as he tried to regulate his breath. “Don't do this. I'm— I'm... Ticklish.“ As if to prove his point, the painter let out a raspy laugh, dry and forced.

Yan Hansheng's eyebrows creased as he stared at his boyfriend, feeling as if the man was hiding something from him. But then he decided to not pry into it and pulled his hand away with a nod.