Jinglian was speechless for the man who depended on him.
"Hey, get down!" Jing Lian frowned and shouted.
"No, no! Definitely not! Unless you let me fuck you!" The man hugged him tighter.
A blush appeared on Jinglian's face, and he sang "Chrysanthemum Broken" every night.
(What if the attack and reception are reversed? Readers are asked to make up their own minds.)