番外：泄愤

Occasionally, I will press Sean Xiao against the wall where the media can't photograph him, and kiss him mercilessly. Like venting anger. His lips were bitten by me, and he took a deep breath gently, and wrapped around my waist like a child to find support. He won't scold me or resist. They will only coax me in a low voice and call me a baby. I don't like that he always treats me like a child, Sean Xiao knows, because at this time, the night is always more sticky. I will hold his waist and rub his crotch. Look, his eyes are red, his neck grows and he cries out. Then those moans fell apart with my movements. I like this sense of control, which makes me feel real.