It was hard to tell how much time had passed—ten seconds, perhaps half a minute—before Fang Qingze finally pushed away the dazed Ye Chuqing.
He licked his lips with a provocative air, his Adam's apple bobbing exaggeratedly as he swallowed. "Well? Do you still think this is fake?"
Perhaps driven solely by the anger of being teased, the hot-headed youth had let his impulses take over and committed this absurd act.
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