บท 121: 118: Do you hate me?; warmth of his soft lips

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“A while back, I told you, promised if you will, that I'm not going to force you.“ Said the Marquess of Wales, walking closer to Yan Hansheng, as he looked down at him, arms crossed over his chest and a soft expression on his face. “You don't have to talk, you don't have to tell me, but I am here, if you need me, I'm here and I'll listen to you. Always.“

His words were like a promise, an oath even, spoken in a soft tone, melting into Yan Hansheng's ears like honey, warm and welcoming all the same.

The musician looked up at the man, taking in the handsome if a bit dishevelled sight he was. Raising his chin slightly, Yan Hansheng blinked at him, awaiting his next words as a stray lock of hair slid back from his cheek.

Had it been any other time, he would have been entranced by the sight of Lin FenXiang. But right now, he was somewhat nervous and apprehensive of what the latter would say once he got to know everything.