"Lu Simiao, where are you putting your hands?" Cai Xukun looked at the hands on his waist and felt a little headache
Lu Simiao lowered his head and looked at Cai Xukun. "What do you think?" He picked up Cai Xukun by the waist. "Lu Simiao, don't mess around. Ah, um." Lu Simiao looked at the flushed young man below him. "Xiao Kun, I gave you my heart."