"Xiao Yao? But I'm ... I'm older than you. I am. I'm 28, almost 29. Meng Yao pointed out, aware of their age gap. He knew he was slight but he wasn't a child. Being called xiao Yao was embarrassing, it made his face heat up as much as it made his dick get semi hard. He hated that he was naked, he dropped his hands in his lap in an effort to hide his shame.

"Don't let me go? Like... you want to keep me?" That was better than dying, he supposed. He shivered from the cold and from the idea, not sure if it was good or bad. They were both lonely. And he had wanted to be close to him.

"Would I be allowed to leave and come back?"