Taming the Enemy (Bisexual)

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*The enemy peeked into the cold old man's phone and found the clitoris piercing picture

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What the hell was that Baldwin thinking!

Yaheng frowned tightly and bit his thumb unconsciously.

This was not the first time that Baldwin had openly stopped his confession. The more times a man refused, the more willful and arrogant Yaheng would begin to hesitate - but it was Baldwin himself who said in the beginning that he did not agree to be just a sex friend with him.

But maybe Baldwin is just very busy and can't spare the time to resolve the issue between the two of them.

Yaheng looked at his delicate face carefully in the mirror. He was still confident about his face - so the blond young man gritted his teeth and decided to keep trying.

The first step to successfully confessing your love is to take the initiative to find Baldwin.

In the past two days, Yaheng always found excuses to visit Baldwin. The man was preparing his work in his apartment. When Yaheng rang the doorbell, it was Baldwin wearing an apron who opened the door.

Baldwin usually looks gentle and refined, and looks more like a finance student than Yaheng. He is cheerful and sunny when participating in outdoor sports, but it seems that all this is an illusion. The man in front of him, with paint on his apron and an unshaved beard, who looks a little sloppy, is a real artist.

Baldwin looked a little listless, with dark circles under his eyes due to lack of sleep. He lowered his head to look at Yaheng, who was shining brightly at the door, and the pale pink rose in the blond young master's hand.

Baldwin paused.

Yaheng thought that Baldwin should like flowers. He didn't dare to delve into the expression on the man's face. Instead, he squeezed into the door on his own. His soft body brushed against Baldwin for a moment, and then they quickly separated.

The entire apartment was no different from the one Yaheng had seen before, except that the door of the studio where Baldwin worked was wide open. The inside was a mess, with crumpled papers on the floor and the hanging canvases empty. It looked like the progress was not going smoothly.

Yaheng just took a quick glance, worried that he had come at a wrong time. He took two steps back, but bumped into a hard chest.

The man's body temperature was slightly higher than Yaheng's. Yaheng shuddered, jumped back suddenly and stood still.

Baldwin looked down at the flustered Yaheng and asked, "Why are you here?" He tilted his head.

"I...I," Yaheng looked at Baldwin's handsome face that suddenly enlarged, and his tongue was tied with nervousness. Then he suddenly raised his voice, "I came to see what happened to you! Who told you not to contact me recently? How would I know if you were hooking up with someone else!"

"I don't like sharing with others." He deliberately acted cold and reserved to emphasize to Baldwin.

"I'm not, I'm just a little busy lately." Unexpectedly, Baldwin just nodded and looked even colder than him.

Yaheng gritted his teeth.

Baldwin stood there and waited for a while, and seeing that Yaheng had no intention of speaking or leaving, the man raised his hand to check his watch, and just said "Please go ahead" and walked towards the studio.

He left the furious Yaheng there. At that moment, the shameless Yaheng wanted to just leave, but when he reached the door, he couldn't bear to leave, so he turned back shamelessly.