Bab 122: 119: A courting gift; what the fuck?

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“But—” Yan Hansheng spoke, intending to voice out his protest, being in disagreement with what the painter suggested.

Lin FenXiang shook his head, gently pressing his finger on the musician's wet, warm and plush lips as he shot him a look.

“No. A no means a no, Hansheng,” he replied, ignoring the musician's restless squirming. “You will not go back to London. I won't let you.“ He paused, for a bit. “Instead you'll re-start your therapy and attend every session, understood?“

Yan Hansheng stiffened. “Do, do I have to?“