Separated by a glass door, Allen was a little worried in the bedroom.

When Kevin said the vague sentence in the bathroom, he felt nothing and can't even think about the "kiss" question. But when he stayed alone, he was so nervous that he didn’t know what to do.

Although the gay circle and the entertainment circle were quite chaotic, Allen in the two circles did not sleep with people for several years, except in the shooting. Most of the time, he solved his problem with the five-finger girl. If he had to recall his few sexual experiences, it would be back at the university, and at last, he did not even make it successfully.

When he was nervous, he couldn't help but touch the sugar box that had been placed on the bedside table. He squeaked the last sugar after coming out of the bathroom to help him recover from the shock and ate another.

Alisa was responsible for his uneasy habit of munching mints. It had become a habit for three or four years.

The flavors of mints that they enjoy were similar. The flavor of this is mint mixed with lemon.

He took the tip of his tongue to roll the sugar in his mouth and then took a deep breath. Filtered by the mint, refreshing air of lemon flavor that has entered his lung to decrease his sense of tension.

The sound of the water in the bathroom stopped, and the snoring of the slippers, accompanied by the sound of opening the glass door, came. The soft bed beside Allen quickly fell.

Allen ate the hard candy with stiffness, and the nerves on his knees became entangled in the air.

Kevin saw it but did not nail him. He only deliberately touched his nose and casually made a speech. "Can you please give sugar to me?"

This sentence made Allen relieved. He reached out from the bedside table to take the small candy box, opened the lid, and handed it to Kevin.

… such honesty?

Kevin smiled helplessly. He chose a sugar from the box and then put them into his mouth.

They had not officially met before. The dinner that Kevin had booked earlier was to avoid embarrassment when they were alone. It was a pity that Allen missed it. At this time, they sat together and didn’t know what to say. There was only the sound of eating sugar in the room.

Kevin believed that he had missed a banquet today and had not slept until now to sit on the bed and eat sugar in the hotel with his sugar daddy.

But he didn't feel embarrassed or angry. He just couldn't stop laughing in his heart.

He liked Allen’s attitude.

Allen took back the sugar box but did not put it back on the bedside table. Instead, he took his finger to dig into the pattern of the box in his hand. After he gave the sugar, he realized that he was wrong.

The future owner had made a speech. Even if he picked up the phrase "Of course," it was much better than sitting on the bed and eating sugar in silence…

But time can't go backward. He can't go back to the moment he finished the sugar delivery and said these words.

Allen gripped the sugar box in his hand and waited for him to finish the sugar in his mouth. He finally said: "Mr. Kevin, I think you can see it. I am not a type of eloquent person..."

Kevin looked at him sideways with interest and vague sight, but Allen kept looking down and didn’t see him.

"...I cannot observe people’s motives and when I chat with friends, we often get no words."

"Allen", Kevin held back his laughter and interrupted Allen. And he reached out to grab Allen’s shoulder. "Are you treating me as an interviewer? At the hotel? Wearing a bathrobe?"

Allen had an impulse to flee... he did try to think of this thing as a normal interview without other meanings.

Kevin laughed after saying these words. Because of his height advantage, he could easily see the red ear through Allen’s fluffy hair.

So cute.

He decided to skip the foreplay of the speech and go straight to tonight's topic.