The kiss was soft, tender, and he hadn't ever been kissed like this before. Song Lan didn't like kissing and when he did it, it was straight to the point. No romance. No passion. When the kiss was over, Xingchen lower his head and hid himself in Xue Yang's shoulder. He liked how he smelled. How he touched him. He liked Xue Yang.

And that was how Xue Yang had won, he supposed. He made him completely pathetic and endlessly craving him. "Please help me."