Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1798 - 1801: Boss Ling’s Anxiety (2)
Hua Hua’s face was unnaturally flushed, but thinking about the lubricant he just took out, he couldn’t muster any interest, feeling very cold, like a bucket of cold water poured over his head.
In this circle, he probably knew more about these things than Ling Yin, because he had met more people. When men chat, what’s off-limits?
Plus, he had personally experienced that kind of thing before—it was particularly painful. Besides pain, he really couldn’t feel anything else; the memory was vivid. So, he had no liking for that style at all, always feeling it was just self-abuse—he, Hua Hua, was not a masochistic submissive!
And many people actually ended up in the hospital afterward; he had heard such stories too many times. While others joked about them, they made his heart skip a beat.
Honestly, he didn’t want Ling Yin to top him, nor did he want to top Ling Yin.
When it came to sex between men, he felt it wasn’t necessary to go all the way to release oneself. Just like their past experiences, as long as they could release, wasn’t that enough? Why insist on the full process? He could never accept that full process.
Hua Hua reached out to grab Ling Yin’s restless hand, his attitude very firm: "Brother Ling, no, I don’t want to!"
His voice trembled a bit, also very loud, very rejecting.
Ling Yin knew he had a shadow, wanting to slowly ease him. He lowered his head and continued to kiss Hua Hua’s face: "Hua Hua, it’s not as scary as you think. Let’s try just once, okay?"
"No, I don’t want to, no means no!" He angrily pushed Ling Yin’s face away, trying to turn over and get out of bed.
But Ling Yin held him down tightly; his desire like a raging fire, unable to stop. Every intimate moment, he’d always restrain himself. After serving Hua Hua, he’d quickly reach the peak but never truly satisfied. Tonight, his interest was greatly piqued, so he kept trying, even a bit forcefully.
"Is it your past experience that still makes you afraid?" Ling Yin gentler stroked him, kissed him: "Hua Hua, you were... I mean that thing, I was very angry. If they weren’t already dead, I would have torn them to pieces!"
Hua Hua widened his eyes: "You know?"
Ling Yin’s reassuring gaze enveloped Hua Hua, "Hua Hua, I’m not them, I won’t hurt you. Why be afraid? Let’s try, okay?"
"No, I don’t like it."
"Maybe it’s not as bad as you think."
"I already said I don’t like it. I’m not just a hole. Is being with me just about finding a hole?" Hua Hua’s face burned hot as he spoke, feeling both embarrassed and uncomfortable: "Even if I hadn’t experienced that, I could never accept it, nor do I want to try. Don’t make me repeat myself!"
Ling Yin stayed silent, and Hua Hua continued to roar: "You damn well say you like me, but in the end, you want to do that to me. Every word you said before was a lie, right?"
Hua Hua was both angry and anxious: "Get out of here!"
He stretched out his leg and fiercely kicked Ling Yin. Ling Yin, unprepared, was kicked directly off the bed, landing on the floor with a loud "thud."
Ling Yin sat there in surprise without speaking, while Hua Hua, like a defensive fox, glared at him viciously and warily.
Ling Yin slowly got up and went into the bathroom.
His body burned unbearably; he felt a bit guilty, knowing Hua Hua was unwilling yet repeatedly pushing for it, ruining the mood.







