"You are Fourth Brother, my Fourth Brother."
The melodious and crisp voice echoed in his ears, and Qin Zhan stared blankly at the boy in front of him.
The boy's bright, galaxy-like eyes were right in front of him, with a vivid tear mole at the corner of his eye that outlined a soul-captivating point.
Suddenly, the boy leaned slightly and supported himself against the wall with one hand, his scorching breath hitting Qin Zhan's neck, while the other hand caressed his neck, slender fingers sliding down bit by bit.
That beautifully delicate face was expressionless, and the red lips curved into a faint, mesmerizing arc.
Qin Zhan's deep phoenix eyes showed no movement, he just let the boy be; the boy wrapped his arms around the youth's neck, raised his head slightly, and gradually got closer to the cool thin lips.
Suddenly, Qin Zhan leaned back sharply and pushed the boy away, his tone cold, "Little Nine, do you know what you are doing."
