艾利奥特从江砚的颈窝处抬起头来。His face was flushed, strands of hair falling messily into his eyes, his gaze hazy and unfocused, overwhelmed by desire. “Do you want me to stop?”
Damn it—was he some kind of mind reader?
And how was he so devastatingly beautiful in this moment?
江砚在这一刻好像听不见任何声音了,他只能听到艾利奥特。
His mind went completely blank as he leaned in and bit down hard on Eliot’s lip.