"I understand. I understand, so tell me what happened."
If that was what Qiong Xing wanted, Leander did not mind holding him as much as he wanted, but he also wanted to fill Qiong Xing's heart, not just his body.
After that, he listened while holding Qiong Xing on the bed, and the more he heard, the more he felt like killing the man who had touched him.
He wanted to interrogate him and ask who had given him permission to lay a hand on him.
Leander was not someone who never felt jealousy toward Joa and the others.
Even so, unlike that idiot who had touched Qiong Xing without permission, he did not lash out or kill anyone, because they loved Qiong Xing above all else and always put Qiong Xing first.
That was exactly why they helped each other make up for what they could not do for him.
"Only we are allowed to touch Qiong Xing like this."
"Yes. Only you, Leander."
