Bab 155: 152: Pottery Date; soft whispers and their body against one another

“What is it that you aren't telling me?“ Simply, Yan Hansheng asked, gentle hand resting on Lin FenXiang's. “It's alright, I will try to understand.“

Lin FenXiang paused, burying his face in the junction of Yan Hansheng's shoulder and neck, he breathed out deeply, hot breath fanning over his skin.

“I... Have an unfinished business to take care of from my past life.“ Lin FenXiang muttered, idly pressing kisses on the musician's shoulder as he did so. “It may or may not entail dangerous things.“

The alarms in his head immediately blared as Yan Hansheng's mind automatically translated his words into:

'I’m going to do something extremely dangerous but I don't want to worry you so I'm downplaying it.'

The musician's breath hitched as his heart skipped a beat. His hands involuntarily clenched on Lin FenXiang's as he looked at him over his shoulder.

“What... What are you going to do, A'Xiang?“ His voice held an imperceptible tremble in it as he waited for the man's response.