Leander put his forehead against Shawn's. Tightening Leander's arm around him, he said hoarsely, “I’ve taught you so many times, and you still haven’t learned to catch your breath? Looks like we’ve got to practice this more.”
Shawn was speechless.
The practices were frequent enough!
Leander kissed him each time he saw him. He’d practically become a kiss-monster.
And he always did it for so long and so intensely, Shawn felt like he could die from suffocation!
Upon hearing and watching them from the mirror, Uncle John tried not to smile.
How nice.
It seemed like the Young Chairman’s disorder had been cured completely.
Not only could he touch a stranger, but he could also get intimate with them. It was all thanks to Young Master Shawn..
...
10 minutes later.
The black Rolls-Royce
