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Jing Qi’s back collided with the pillar behind him. The shock had little time to settle in before Wu Xi pressed himself flush against him and latched onto his neck. His thigh was hitched up to meet Jing Qi’s groin.
“Jing,” Wu Xi said between pants, “Beiyuan. I have things to do.”
Jing Qi leaned his head back to give Wu Xi better access.
Rubbing against his clothed figure, he said, “Well, I do hope I’m one of those things.”
He grinned when Wu Xi manhandled him into bed.
“Just you wait till I’m done with you,” Wu Xi growled.