Shiao Yi didn't resist. He didn't stop Dominic's hands as he undressed him.
Dominic pulled away just enough to look into Shiao Yi's face.
His cheeks were flushed red, his breath warm and growing hotter.
His dark eyes shimmered, wet with emotion—but they were calm. Awake. Clear.
He didn't look like he hated it. But there was none of the passionate desire Dominic had hoped to see. None of the fire he longed for.
"Shiao… do you not want this?" Dominic asked quietly.
"No," Shiao Yi replied. "Dominic, if you want me, then you can have me."
"But what about you?" Dominic pressed. "Do you not want me in return? Do you not desire me the same way?"
"Me? I told you, didn't I? It's fine. You can do it. I'll do my best too… as much as I can."
"It's not about effort, is it?" Dominic asked softly. "Shiao… do you not want to be touched by me?"
Shiao Yi looked up at him with a puzzled expression, as if Dominic's words didn't quite make sense.
