"We don't have to," Jonathan pointed out, again, the obvious. He finished rinsing the product out of Xinjia's hair and then he slowly turned him around with his hands on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around him once they were facing each other, so he could look into his eyes and speak. "We both want it. There's no denying it when you're naked."

Of course, he didn't doubt that if anyone could keep on feigning denial, it was Xinjia. But there had to be an end somewhere, surely. Or at least a break. "Kiss me, Wang Xinjia."